A/N: I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! I was sick, and couldn't write for about two days. For your patience, I reward you with a long chapter! Also, someone has brought it to my attention that instead of writing, "I'm a vegetarian!" in the last chapter like I meant to, I wrote, "I'm a vegetation!" *Sigh.* I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Anywhoo, thank you all for your amazing reviews. Some of them are just so sweet. Can't remember the last time I've smiled so much! (:
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"Blaine-OI!" Wes yelled, waving his hands infront of his friends face. They were eating breakfast with Kurt in the school cafeteria. Blaine broke away from his daydreaming.
"Oh, uh, sorry. What were you saying?" He asked, eyes in a daze. Kurt laughed into his porridge, amused.
"You think this is funny? You should see him when you're not around, Kurt." Wes started, immediately changing his voice to imitate Blaine's. "Oh, he's so dreamy! Those eyes, are they blue, or are they green? His face is like porcelain, and did I mention how flawless and gorgeous-"
"Wes! Not now." Blaine said, blushing. Kurt pretended like he hadn't heard, and continued munching on his breakfast silently. Of course, his stomach was secretly in knots.
"Sure, Blaine. Act like it didn't happen." Wes said, smiling. His friends were lucky they had him to pull them closer together. He had done a fairly fantastic job, if he did say so himself.
"Ready for your big show this week?" Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt. His pale friend grew even paler, and looked up at him with doe-eyes.
"I'm not sure." He replied nervously. Ever since Mr. Mays had learned that he could hit the high C, he made it seem as though the entire school's legacy depended on Kurt.
"Oh shut up, you'll kill it." Wes said, surprising the other two boys. It was not often he said anything other than a sarcastic or immature joke. Maybe he could tell how stressed out Kurt was about this particular performance.
"Oh, and I forgot to ask you..." Blaine started, a smile creeping up on his face. "Would you like to be my date for the school dance this Friday?" Kurt stuttered, unable to say anything. He had planned to stay in his dorm and watch movies that night, never expecting to go with Blaine.
"Oh. My. This is going to be so fun!" Wes yelled. "We can wear matching ties and-"
"Wes, I'm taking Kurt as a date." Blaine explained softly. His friends eyes fell.
"I'm a part of the relationship too-" He began to argue, stopping after seeing the look on Blaine's face. He groaned into his hands. "Then who am I supposed to take?"
"Amy?" Kurt offered, having met her just a few days ago. She was plain, but very kind. The kind of person that made you feel as though you had to go donate money to charities and feed the homeless.
"Meh. I'm breaking up with her." Wes said carelessly. "She's great, but I need someone more relaxed. Amy just ruins my groove most of the time." Blaine sighed, disapproving with the way his friend went through girls. Wes didn't mean to seem like a "player", having truthfully liked all the girls he had dated, but he just didn't feel right in any of his relationships.
"Wait-What?" Kurt blurted out, reality catching up to him.
"Why are you so surprised? She isn't my type at all-" Wes began to say.
"No, Blaine. You want me to go to a school dance with you?" He asked, heart fluttering.
"Yes, that would be the plan." He grinned, ignoring Wes completely. "You know, dances. Where there is music, bad punch, and ... dancing."
"Like this Friday?" Kurt asked over Wes' voice, laughing at how absurd he sounded.
"You're not in McKinley anymore, you can do this now." Blaine reminded him, flashing a smile. Kurt leaned back into his chair, content.
"Everyone ignores me!" Wes complained. Blaine and Kurt burst out into laughter at their friend, continuing until people around them began to stare.
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Kurt sat on his bed, replaying that Monday mornings breakfast in his mind over and over. It was Friday night. That meant two things:
He had to sing an extremely high note infront of thousands of people, or disgrace his school's legacy.
He had a date with Blaine.
He was scared, and he didn't deny it even to himself. He used to complain about never getting solo's in New Directions, but now that he had one, it seemed as though the entire performance depended on him. It wasn't a good feeling. As for Blaine, he was ecstatic that he would be going out with him tonight, but also extremely worried. He was snapped out of his reverie by his ringing cellphone. It was playing "I want to hold you hand" which could only mean one thing: It was his father. He picked it up quickly, not wanting to worry him.
"Hello, dad." He said cheerfully.
'Hey kid, just wanted to let you know that we're heading down to Dalton tonight to hear you sing. Already in the car as a matter of fact." He answered, proudly displaying his father skills.
"We?" Kurt asked, thinking about New Directions.
"Well, Finn, Carole and I. We thought that afterwards we could drive you home." Kurt took a deep breath, trying to contain his excitement.
"That's great! I have a dance right after though-" He added, smile falling. He heard his dad clear his throat.
"That Blaine guy taking you?" Burt asked. Kurt nodded, before realizing that his dad couldn't see him.
"Yeah, he is." He said out loud.
"That's alright, we'll just go watch a game at some bar for an hour and come get you." Burt said, bottling up the elation he had for his son. "Oh, your mom want's to talk to you, one second."
"Sure." Kurt said, smiling. He heard his dad put down the phone and whisper something.
"My son has a date to his dance, honey. My son." He said proudly, presumably speaking to Carole. Kurt thought he heard her laugh before picking up the phone.
"Hey, sweetie." She said.
"Carole!" He yelled. She could never truly replace his mother, but she had become one of his best friends. It was an odd, but loving relationship.
"Burt reminded me that you're coming home for Christmas holidays tonight, is Blaine coming?" She asked, reminding Kurt of her invitation from weeks ago. He frowned awkwardly to himself.
"I haven't asked yet." He said shutting his eyes. Carole chuckled.
"We won't embarrass you, I promise! Guaranteed alone time." She bargained with her son, wanting Blaine over for the holidays. She needed to form a bond with him if he was going to play a large role in Kurt's life.
"Okay..." He said hesitantly, but trusting Carole all the same.
"Great!" She said a little too enthusiastically. "The phone's running out of batteries now, but I'll see you tonight. I love you."
"Love you, too." He mumbled, taking the phone down from his ear, pressing the "off" button and placing it on his bed. He decided he should probably tell Blaine about coming over. He rubbed his eyes and looked over to where he saw him sound asleep on his bed. They had decided to take a fifteen minute nap to rest for the show. He smiled, Blaine was adorable when he slept.
"Blaine!" He shouted. The large boy simply rolled over, not waking up. Kurt sighed, untangling himself from his bedsheets. He was an extremely heavy sleeper, and it was a miracle he woke up every day at all.
"Blaine!" He yelled a little louder, making his way across the room. He didn't stir. He was going to have to do this the hard way. Kurt leaned down onto both knees, leveling his head with Blaine's sleeping one, and took a deep breath.
"BLAINE WAKE UP!" He screamed. His boyfriend jumped as if shocked, letting out a petrified yelp. Kurt fell backwards onto the floor in shock, releasing a yell of his own.
"Kurt?" He yelled frantically, finally leaning over to find Kurt's laughing figure sprawled on the floor next to his bed. Blaine joined in. "You scared me!" He chuckled.
"You should have woken up then!" Kurt said, giggling. He stood up, and let himself fall onto Blaine's bed. They pulled each other into spooning position, smiling. A romantic scene may have ensued, if it were not for Wes.
"What the bloody hell is going on here? Your screams woke me up you know." He yelled, slamming their door open.
"Wes, leave!" Blaine groaned, pulling himself away from Kurt. Wes raised his eyebrows, staring at Kurt laying in the same bed as Blaine.
"Oh I see what's going on here..." He said, debating on whether he should stay or run. Kurt got up from the bed, his feet shivering on the cold floor. He stormed over to the doorway and with an apologetic smile, closing the door softly in a Wes' face. He could have sworn he saw the boy wink at him before Kurt closed it completely. Nothing deterred him from embarrassing Kurt to no extent.
"Do I laugh?" He asked, half amused, half annoyed. Blaine gave him a shrug, asking himself the same question.
"Come back." He offered, sitting up. Kurt walked over, and plopped himself down onto Blaine's bed, sitting next to him.
"I wanted to ask you something." He said.
"And?" Blaine asked curiously. He surveyed Kurt with his deep brown eyes. There was hesitation in his face, mingled with excitement.
"Carole, and the rest of my family, wanted to invite you over for the holidays." He said, looking up at him. Blaine gave him a wide smile.
"I would love to. So long as I'm not intruding on any family time..." He said quickly, not wanting to feel like he was being a nuisance. Kurt giggled, shaking his head at the boy. He was too polite.
"Do you want my parents to drive us back to my place after the dance?" He asked, biting his smiling lips. Blaine nodded, feeling elated. Surely this meant that Kurt's family had liked him. He didn't show it, but he was worried about this relationship as much as Kurt was. It meant a lot to him, and he was determined to make it work.
"That sounds fantastic." Blaine smiled sweetly before leaning in to kiss Kurt. For the first time in their relationship, Kurt held up a finger to Blaine's lips, stopping him. He leaned in to whisper into Blaine's ear.
"I think Wes is spying on us from the door, ready to burst in at an awkward moment." He said quietly. Blaine frowned, before smiling widely.
"You know what that means?" He asked, winking. Kurt gave him a blank look. "We could always head down to my place. My parents aren't home and we could spend some time there alone." Kurt felt his mouth go dry.
"Alone-you-us?" He stammered, excited at the prospect. Between school, Wes, and public dates they had never been truly alone. Blaine smiled at him, making it incredibly hard to resist his offer.
"Would you like to go? We could hang out for a bit then get ready for the show. I only live ten minutes away." He pleaded, eyes smoldering. Kurt bit his lip, and shook his head, disappointing both of them.
"We would have to be back here in an hour, and you know how uptight Mr. Mays get's about being early for performances." Kurt sighed, wanting nothing more than to be with Blaine, who was now pouting at him.
"Another day?" He offered. Kurt smiled widely, wondering why he even had to ask.
"Definitely." Blaine stood up, straightening his tie.
"We might as well head downstairs, Mr. Mays will be wanting to hear you belt out that note a few hundred times before we actually sing." He said, watching as his friend paled and gulped.
"I-Oh no." Kurt mumbled. Blaine gave him an amused look.
"Kurt Hummel is nervous about a performance, the world is ending." He joked tenderly, pulling him up by the hand and heading out of the room.
"Its a stressful note." Kurt argued, closing the door behind him, though feeling slightly more at ease with himself. Blaine was right, it was just another performance. They treaded down the hallway slowly, suspecting Wes was spying on them.
"Your dad's coming to watch?" Blaine asked suddenly as they made their way further down the hallway and closer to the large staircase.
"Yeah, so are Finn and Carole." Kurt smiled, showing off his teeth.
"That's nice of them." Blaine said, impressed. Kurt wondered why for a few seconds. After all, wasn't that what family's were supposed to do? Blaine saw the confused look on the soprano's face and clarified. "Its a two hour drive here with the snow, and a two hour drive back. They're putting in four hours just to get here and back for you."
"I never thought about it that way." Kurt beamed as he reflected on just how much effort his family made to keep him happy. He didn't feel as though he deserved it...They should get something in return. It was then that he realized they were getting a reward: A happy Kurt. His dad had never seen him so excited since his mother died, and it was more than anything he could ask for.
"HUMMEL!" Screamed a voice from infront them. They looked up to see Mr. Mays running across the stage as they entered the auditorium. He jumped off, not bothering with the steps, and panted his way towards the two boys.
"Where have you been?" He asked, eyes wide. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in return.
"Sir, we're an hour early." He said kindly, trying to keep him from having a panic attack.
"Oh yes, erm. You better start rehearsing! Go! Now!" He ushered Kurt away from a thoroughly amused Blaine. They raced up the stairs to the stage, which was crowded with prop managers. The turned to head backstage, behind the velvet curtain.
"You have nothing to worry about!" Kurt said proudly. "I have been practicing all week." Mr. Mays gave him a glowing look before he began to scream.
"SHELLY!" He roared. Everyone backstage turned to stare at him. A slender, young woman, who was very pretty, jogged from the other side of the room to meet the two men.
"Yes, sir?" She asked. Mr. Mays motioned to Kurt.
"This is our star, Kurt Hummel." His heart soared when Mr. Mays had called him a "star." "He will need full hair and makeup. Make it quick, but make it good." He said, breathing heavily. She turned to wink at Kurt, who awkwardly smiled back.
"He doesn't look like he needs it, but I'll do my best." She said. "Right this way." Shelly grabbed him by the hand and walked him across the small room. There they found a red, shaggy, old chair. It was infront of a tacky mirror with bulbs lining its edges. He tried to speak, but was interrupted when she pushed his shoulders down, sending him right into the chair.
"Is all of this natural? I don't want to ruin my complexion." He asked, motioning to the makeup and becoming suddenly worried about breaking out. He looked in the mirror infront of him, feeling as though he were going to get a haircut. He saw her smile and shake her head behind him.
"Don't worry, you have lovely skin." Kurt didn't know what to say to this, so he simply laughed his awkward laugh, and changed the subject. "So are you a student from around here?" He asked, trying to make conversation.
"Um, yeah." She muttered, running her hands through his hair. "I'm a senior at the local co-ed, trying to get some hands on experience for beauty school."
"I see." Was all he could say. She was rubbing his scalp a little too much for his liking. "Shouldn't you be using some product?" He asked, noticing she wasn't actually doing anything to his hair. She giggled.
"I don't know what to do with your hair, its perfect! I'm trying to brainstorm." Kurt wanted to laugh along with her but was starting to feel a bit more than just uncomfortable.
"Or you could go straight to makeup." He suggested. She mumbled something in response and leaned over for foundation, sticking her chest in his face. "Or-I could just lie tell him that you finished on me. That way neither of us have to do this."
"Oh, but I want to. You're real cute, you know that?" She said, faking a high, girly laugh. Kurt mentally kicked himself. There was only one way out of this awkward mess.
"Are you close with your parents?" Kurt asked quickly.
"Oh ye-"
"Great!" Kurt smiled, clapping his hands together as she brushed his cheeks with a brush. "I'm really close with my dad. He doesn't even care that I'm gay. Really caring and accepting, of the fact that I'm gay." He smiled, hoping she got the message.
"Cute." She whispered, clearly not listening. She was too absorbed in his eyes. He couldn't wipe the grimace off of his face.
"I'm gay." He said, staring right at her. She gave him a questioning look, which then turned to a hurt frown.
"If you're not interested, just say so." She whispered, leaning away and making a scene of not looking at him. He sighed.
"It's not you-" He started, before she turned around looking emotionless. Kurt had come to understand that this meant she was angry.
"Listen lady-I'M GAY." He screamed. The entire room had gone quiet and everyone turned to stare at Kurt. Someone wolf whistled. He groaned on the inside, wanting to be with Blaine. The next twenty minutes passed horrendously slowly. The once beautiful blonde now had an ugly expression on her face. She stood as far away from him as she could and didn't make any eye contact.
"This is why I don't like girls..." Kurt thought, annoyed. "Too much drama."
"There, you're done." She said coldly, walking away briskly. Kurt sat there alone, smiling to himself in the mirror. He wasn't happy she was upset, but her overreaction was a little amusing. She did a good job, too. His hair looked great, and the makeup made his blue eyes shine bright. Subtle, but it worked wonders. He stood up and decided to practice the dreaded note once more. He got through half a beat of it when a hand closed over his mouth from behind him. It smelled like chocolate: Wes.
"Shh! You'll give Mr. Mays a heart attack! The audience is already getting settled out there, and if they hear you sing, the entire operation is blown!" He whispered, spinning the young boy around to face him. Wes was all geared up in a bright green dress shirt, and dark green tie. "You better get your costume on, we're on in a few. Now if you'll excuse me, it's my time to shine!" Kurt spluttered something in surprise, not aware that the time had passed so quickly.
"Where do he go!" He moaned to himself as Wes disappeared. He scanned the room for a familiar face, but all he saw was a sea of green Warblers rushing around to get ready for their backup vocals. Everything was happening so quickly, there was utter chaos and confusion backstage.
"KURT!" Someone yelled. He turned around to see Finn running towards him, with a flabbergasted Mr. Mays trailing behind.
"You are not a Warbler! You are a spy! OUT!" He screamed. Finn gave him an annoyed look while Kurt smiled apologetically.
"He's my brother." He explained, wishing the director would go away. He made him even more nervous than he would have been.
"Alright, but I want you ready in ten!" He yelled, rushing away. Finn turned to stare at Kurt, confused.
"What's his problem?" He asked. Kurt shrugged, not wanting to explain Dalton's treasured tradition. It barely made sense to him. "Anyways, I saw Blaine and he was looking all over for you. Told me to give you your costume." Finn held up a crinkled bag, that must have been full with Kurt's clothing for the show.
"Oh my goodness, Finn. I love you!" He screamed, pulling his brother into a tight hug. He felt him shake with laughter.
"Anytime. I have to get back to mom and dad. We got in the first row by the way!" Finn said, pulling away from Kurt smiling. "Wait, are you wearing makeup?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Kurt scrunched up his face.
"Its for the show! Some weird girl kept hitting on me while doing it...really awkward." He said, feeling nauseous thinking about it. Finn gave him a jealous look, clearly wishing "some girl" would hit on him every now and then.
"Later, bro." He said, deciding this wasn't the time to talk about his girlfriend troubles. Kurt looked pale as a sheet. He smacked him on the shoulder, and walked away after they exchanged a quick smile.
"Places, people! Five minute warm up!" He heard Mr. Mays shout from the depths of the clustered room. Kurt jumped, still not completely dressed. He couldn't find anywhere to change, so he simply stripped his shirt off right then and there. Everybody was much too busy to notice. He groped inside of his bag, feeling the dress shirt. He pulled out the tie with it, yanking the shirt through his arms.
"Crap!" He yelled, fumbling with the buttons. Each one popped through the hole in his shirt with painful slowness. It took three minutes to put the damned thing on. Thankfully, the tie was a clip on, and took mere seconds. He peered back into the bag, thankful to see that he didn't have to wear any special pants. His black skinny jeans would do.
"HUMMEL!" He heard the director shout from the middle of the room. Every Warbler was gathered there in a circle, ready to sing. Kurt squealed an apology, leaving his clothing on the floor and running as fast as he could to the group.
"Right here, sir." He panted. Mr. Mays ushered him to the front of the group, where he would begin his solo in mere minutes. His choir director stood infront of him, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"You look great kid, just remember the steps." He breathed, sweating. Kurt nodded, knowing them like the back of his hand. "You're on in a bit." He turned to the rest of the stranglers in the room. "OFF THE STAGE! IT'S SHOWTIME!" He roared, spit flying everywhere. Kurt chuckled to himself. They were only opening for a drama performance. He would hate to see Mr. Mays at a Regionals competition. Someone tapped him on the back. He turned around to see Blaine, right behind him.
"Good luck." He smiled, dressed in all green. Kurt then realized that he was the only one in red. Suddenly, he was more nervous. They had to make him stand out, didn't they?
"Thanks, you too." Kurt smiled, breathing steadily in through his nose, and out with his mouth. Blaine stepped forward to peck him on the lips before falling back into the group of Warblers immediately behind Kurt. They all held their breaths as they heard a deep voiced announcer greet the crowd with a comedic opening monologue.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, opening up for the Dalton Drama Team, we have-YOUR WARBLERS!" He yelled, faking excitement for the crowd. Kurt took a long breath before pasting a smile on his face.
"A look so optimistic that it could cure cancer."
The curtain rose.
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"Sorry...excuse me...My bad!" Finn whispered apologetically, stepping on people's toes as he made his way to his seat. It was the first row, but in the darkness Finn just couldn't see where he was going. The spotlight came on suddenly, illuminating his parent's faces, just a few seats down. His mother gave him a hurried look, motioning for him to sit down.
"Where were you?" She whispered as the curtain began to raise. Finn shrugged, not wanting to explain how that crazy director had followed him around, stalling him for minutes. He sat down next to Burt, and shushed his mother. He looked up to see the Warblers standing in their places. The entire group of them, all dressed in green, were standing behind Kurt, who was dressed in all red. He caught his brothers eye and smiled at him, mouthing a "good luck."
"I don't want a lot this Christmas..." He began, eyes closed. Finn smiled to himself. He had had a crush on Mariah Carey since he was five. He hummed along with the rest of the crowd as Kurt sang the first lines of "All I want for Christmas is you." It then slowly got louder and quicker, escalating into "Jingle Bell Rock." The crowd cheered along as the Warblers continued their three minute long mashup of Christmas tunes. He heard Burt laughing next to him.
"What's funny?" He asked loudly over the crowd cheering and clapping.
"Look at Kurt!" He said, shaking. His face had gone red as he was overcome with chuckles. Finn looked up, and sure enough his brother was doing "the running man" with another Warbler. That's what you get when you ask Kurt to improvise dance moves for a few seconds. The small family laughed in amusement at their tiny son.
"And Hippopotamuses like me too!" Blaine sang, stepping up for his one line. He fell back into the group of Warblers, who had begun to hum a soft harmony in the background. Kurt got up to sing the final lines.
"He's precious." Carole smiled, watching Blaine stare at Kurt as he began to belt out the last few notes of the mashup.
"Oh my God!" Finn said, as Kurt's voice went higher and higher. The entire crowd stood up, cheering as he hit the highest note of the number. It was loud, but somehow entirely pleasant. The Hummels stood up as well, joining into the standing ovation. They had only come to see Kurt, and as the curtain dropped, so did the crowd. They settled back into their seats as the cheesy announcer rushed onto the stage again, setting up the drama group's play.
"So proud..." He heard Burt whisper to Carole.
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The small party that was held after the performance was overwhelming for Kurt. They were in the choir room, munching on snacks while Mr. Mays told them all how proud he was.
"You!" He smiled, pointing at the tiny soprano. The entire group of Warblers turned to stare at the smiling boy. "You did fantastically!" They clapped genuinely.
"Thank you!" He said, beaming. "So this is what it's like to be Rachel..." He thought to himself, still in awe of how she did it every day. It was a lot of pressure for one person.
"Well you better run, I hear there's a dance." The director said, still unable to contain the pride he had for his students. This year's performance may have been their most successful in a long time. The boys all stood up, scurrying out of the room. Their girlfriends wouldn't want to be left waiting. Kurt stayed in his chair, watching the room slowly empty.
"You coming?" Blaine asked from next to him. Kurt looked over and smiled.
"Yeah, come on!" He got up with his boyfriend, and they strode hand in hand out of the now empty room.
"You did really good." Blaine said, smiling down at him. Kurt flushed.
"It's nothing, I just tried not to let the nerves get to me." He said modestly. Blaine had led him into the main lobby, where they began to climb the stairs. Kurt gave him a confused look. Why were they going back to their dorms?
"I'm changing, but you can stay in your Christmas getup if you want to..." Blaine chuckled, understanding the look on Kurt's face. He felt a little foolish as they strode down the hallway.
"Oh, I see." He said quietly.
"Is anything wrong?" Blaine asked, wondering why Kurt was so quiet.
"No..." He mumbled, surprised that Blaine had caught on. "I'm just nervous, I guess." Blaine unlocked their dorm door, and stepped inside before continuing the conversation.
"What about?" He strode across the room, looking for a new shirt.
"Just the dance, you coming over, and my first Christmas with a complete family..." Kurt said, listing everything. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For the first time in a long time, he wanted his mother. She was the queen of change, and would have known just how to help him adjust to everything. He felt Blaine's arms wrap around him, taking him by surprise.
"It's new, but nothing to be worried about. You accept everything so well." He murmured before pulling away. Kurt smiled, knowing that he was just surprised how quickly his life had changed in the past three months. It was hard to keep up with, then it hit you all at once. They changed quickly, eager to head downstairs and hide amidst the crowd of dancers. They would cover them before Wes could find them and trigger the dirty jokes.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, taking in Kurt's clothing. He had put on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans, paired with a gray dress shirt and short white tie. Kurt nodded in elated agreement, and they strode out of their room.
"I'm overdressed aren't I." He said, staring at his date. Blaine had put on a black t-shirt, under a casual, gray sweater.
"Stop worrying so much!" Blaine teased, pecking him on the cheek. Kurt knew they were nearing the gymnasium when the music began to get unbearably loud.
"This is only going to be fun because we're with each other, isn't it?" Kurt said, smiling. Neither of them could bear this mainstream genre music. Kurt was all about the theatre songs, while Blaine was more of an oldies person.
"Of course." Blaine answered, he took a deep breath and opened the doors to the room. They stepped inside, laughing at the tacky decorations. The room was lit with lanterns, and decorated with streamers and balloons. Kurt thought this was perfect.
"I am not dancing to this song!" He laughed. Blaine nodded in amused agreement, as they listened to a 30H!3 song.
"I want punch, for the sake of being conventional!" Blaine laughed, dragging a blissful Kurt along by the hand.
"Shit, NO!" Kurt screamed, running the other way. Blaine followed, exasperated.
"What is it?" He asked, confused.
"Wes is there, grinding some girl I've never seen in my life." Kurt said, eyes wide. Blaine howled with laughter, and decided keeping their distance from them would be the best idea. They were about to try and sneak some food from near Wes, when a new song came on. It was Oh! Darling by The Beatles.
"Come on! They're playing the good songs now!" Blaine said, dragging a protesting Kurt to the dance floor. "Just relax." Kurt tried to let himself listen to his boyfriend, but failed. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.
"Blaine..." He stammered.
"Kurt Hummel. Dance with me." He commanded, not unkindly. Kurt let a small smile creep up onto his face as he linked his arms around Blaine's neck. They weren't exactly slow dancing, but swaying their hips and stepping in a sideways pattern rather quickly.
"Don't ever leave me alone..." Blaine hummed into Kurt's ear, who giggled loudly. He had gotten over his initial embarrassment of dancing with Blaine. Usually, kids got over this in middle school. Kurt on the other hand was overcoming this now. He had avoided grade seven dances for obvious reasons. The song ended much too quickly for either of the boys liking. They were ready to find Wes, when they heard the next song come on.
"This was my mum and dad's wedding song!" Kurt smiled, not talking about Carole. He remembered the video vividly. His father had shown it to him every time he begun to miss his real mother. It was "Stairway To Heaven" by "Led Zeppelin." Blaine gave him a large smile, and stopped in the middle of the gymnasium, surrounded by couples.
"Who says we have to stop dancing?" He murmured, pulling Kurt in closer than they had ever been before. His heart caught in his throat, feeling every part of him from his knee's to his face press against Blaine. They were so close their noses were touching.
"Blaine, I'm so happy we did this." He breathed, feeling his stomach knot.
"I love you." Blaine replied simply, his minty breath blowing onto Kurt's face until it was all he could smell. They leaned in for a soft kiss.
"And she's buying the stairway to heaven..."
This kiss was different from any other one that either of them had shared. It was passionate, but soothingly tender. Their lips moved in synchronized motion, and eventually they forgot to keep swaying to the music. Blaine let his tongue slip into Kurt's mouth, who accepted it graciously. They stood there for a while, feeling each other in their mouths. They broke apart after a record breaking minute, breathing steadily.
"Ohh, it makes me wonder."
Kurt wanted to say something, but couldn't spit it out. Instead, be pressed his lips against Blaine's again. The taller boy made a noise that seemed to come deep from the back of his throat. This made Kurt grip him even tighter, kissing him harder. Blaine's hair was beginning to become truly messy now, as Kurt's hands tangled themselves into it. Again, all too soon, they broke apart. Blaine was gasping now, as they shared a sweet smile. Kurt remembered how awkward the makeup girl had made him feel, and laughed to himself about how much better it felt to have Blaine embracing him. It was as if they just fit. They stared at each others lips suggestively.
"I'm not done." Blaine said, leaning in to kiss Kurt just one more time. It lasted a quick second, and Kurt leaned his face into Blaine's shoulder. They began to sway again, and he felt Blaine's body shake as he laughed.
"What is it?" Kurt asked.
"It could just be me, but I think people are staring at us and cheering." He whispered, voice filled with happiness. Kurt let his eyes close, smiling deeply. The song could go on forever for all he cared. Of course, five perfect minutes later it had faded away.
"Kurt, maybe we should go see your dad...Head back." Blaine whispered, spotting Wes making a bee-line towards them. Kurt, also seeing this, agreed and they with great difficulty parted.
"Where do you two lovebirds think you're going?" He asked, following them as they hurried away from the dance floor. Blaine laughed loudly.
"We were worried that you would ruin our perfect dance, that's all." He teased. Wes understood this. He did this much too often to Blaine.
"I know, that's why I let you have two dances to yourselves. Now, we have a threesome." He said, smiling. Kurt was impressed with his kindness and understanding. Wes was truthfully an amazing friend. The three friends pulled themselves back into the group of dancing couples, just as a quick paced song came on. It sounded like Katy Perry, though Kurt couldn't focus enough to determine this. All he could think about was Blaine, and how good he tasted.
"DANCE, HUMMEL!" Wes screamed, pulling a move that looked a bit too familiar to one from the "Single Ladies" dance. Kurt laughed, following along reluctantly. Blaine stared at them both with wide eyes, howling with laughter. Eventually the two of them collapsed into a hug, which Blaine joined into happily.
"We should go, Wes." Kurt said, reluctantly breaking away from his two friends. Blaine looked excited to see his family again, and eagerly agreed.
"Have fun!" Wes said, giving them a look that very clearly suspected they were going to do just that. "It was fun, wasn't it?" He asked Kurt as they made their way towards the exit doors. Wes knew that Kurt was reluctant to slow dance in public.
"It was beyond words." He said, staring at Blaine.
"Tell me about it." Wes said. "I thought it was gonna turn into a gay pride parade in here." He laughed. The two boys gave him a confused look.
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrows.
"When you two were swapping spit-Didn't you notice the cheering crowd? You were the only two up there." He said, laughing at Kurt's somewhat embarrassed expression. "I'll take that as a no. Now go, Mr. Hummel's gonna yell at you for being late."
"I swear I didn't even notice them stop dancing." Kurt said quietly, having been too caught up in the moment. Blaine wrapped his arm around his shoulders as they left the dance. It was much colder outside in the hallways, without the body heat and sweat the gym had provided.
"Wanna call your dad?" Blaine suggested, handing Kurt his phone. He smiled in thanks, and dialed the number. They continued to walk slowly down the hallway.
"Hey!" Kurt said breathlessly into the cellphone. Blaine could hear the buzz of his fathers voice reply from the other end. "Great, fantastic, amazing, I can't even describe it...It's not over but we're heading out...A minute? Okay. I'll see you soon." He hung up and placed the phone back into his pocket.
"We going straight to the car?" Blaine asked as Kurt leaned into him.
"Yeah, they didn't expect us to be so quick, they just got out of the performance." Kurt mumbled, eager to see his family again. They were in the lobby now, and the schools exit doors were only a few meters away. Blaine stopped.
"Kurt, thank you." He said, pressing his lips against Kurt's for the countless time that evening. His porcelain friend smiled back, not needing to ask what he was being thanked for. They were both thankful for each other.
"Hey, buddy!" Kurt looked up as soon as they entered the chilly outdoors. The school door had barely closed, and his father was waving at him from their family car. It was parked right along the curb. They had been waiting for him.
"Dad!" He yelled, letting himself separate from Blaine. He jogged to the car while his boyfriend followed. His father was in the drivers seat, next to Carole. Finn was in the back, looking childish. Kurt opened the door and let himself squeeze into the warm car. Blaine followed, taking the opposite window seat and shutting the door behind them.
"You were so great, honey!" Carole cooed, remembering his opening performance. Kurt flushed, having forgotten about it completely. All he could think was "Blaine."
"Thanks!" He laughed as Finn gave him a well earned slap on the back.
"Hello, Blaine." Burt said, a little protectively. He was a dad after all.
"Hi there, sir." He replied kindly, and continued to greet everyone else in the car. Carole was just explaining to him how happy she was he could come over for Christmas. "Oh, yes. I wanted to thank you for inviting me, it was very kind of you." He said. Carole sighed, content. She liked this boy.
"How was your dance?" Burt asked, truly interested. He could not picture Kurt enjoying himself at one of those things.
"It was amazing!" Kurt said, trying to tone down his excitement. Blaine laughed next to him, knowing to what part of the evening he was so happy about. Kurt leaned his head onto Blaine's shoulder, only just noticing how tired he was.
"Yeah, I figured that." Finn teased. Burt laughed.
"And how is that, Finn?" He asked. Carole shook her head at her husband who didn't notice this sign. She was exasperated, did they want to embarrass Kurt?
"His hair's all messed up, and his face is pink and sweaty. What do you think that mean-" He began as they drove away from the school. Kurt flushed deep scarlet.
"Okay enough boys!" Carole said, smiling. It was awkward for a few seconds before all five of them burst out into loud laughter.
A/N: I'm not sure how I felt about this chapter, so I hope you guys like it! A warning though, for the next chapter. It might be just a little depressing...I've planned something different from what I usually do. Are you all okay with this? Reviews are totally awesome.
PS: Thank you to those who sent me the "Baby its Cold Outside" video before the episode aired Tuesday! I think my face broke...I was smiling WAY too much. It was so much more satisfying to see on TV though for some reason. I had an insane fangirl moment. But no more Glee for another two months now. *Cries* Oh well, I have this story to slave over for my daily doses of Klaine so I'll be alright. Maybe.
PPS: Artie and Brittany were the cutest things ever. (Beside's Kurt and Blaine of course.)
PSPS: This authors note has gone on a rampage. I'm sorry. Love you guys (: