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Kurt was at a sleepover with the girls when it happened.
They were just finishing putting their facial masks on, when Rachel piped up.
"So, Kurt." He looked up from Quinn's cheekbones to face Rachel. "How's Blaine doing?" She asked casually.
Kurt sighed and returned to smearing the unattractive green exfoliating cream on Quinn's face. "Fine. Still clueless, but he's fine."
"So he hasn't put the moves on yet?" Mercedes asked.
Kurt chuckled. "No, he hasn't." He sighed. "I've told you, he only just wants to be friends; our relationship is completely platonic." He paused. "For now, at lea— oh! Brittany! Don't eat that!" He cried after Brittany, who had tried to eat her (inedible, suspiciously) avocado mask. She paused and dropped her hand. "It'll ruin the mask and not to mention you could get poisoned—"
Plonk!
Kurt froze as the sound echoed through the room, and they all turned to face the window.
Plonk!
Another noise came as a small pebble hit the window on the opposite side of the room. Kurt and the girls looked at each other, and soon another one came.
Kurt suddenly grimaced. "It's probably one of the boys trying to crash the sleepover." He said, getting up to walk to the window. "I swear, if it's Puck trying to—"
Kurt froze. Because, no, it wasn't Puck. Nor was it Sam, Finn, Mike, or Artie.
It was Blaine.
Kurt's eyes widened before he quickly unlatched the window and pushed it open, the two door-like glass panes folding out. "Blaine?" He called. The girls squealed.
Blaine smiled up at him from where he stood. He was wearing dark wash skinny jeans, black and white sneakers, and a black hoosier over a white T-shirt. A guitar was slung over his shoulder, resting on his back. His hair, unlike usual, was loose and curly; free from it's hair gel.
Kurt thought he looked gorgeous.
He was suddenly grateful that he hadn't put on his facial mask yet — he would've looked like a freak.
"Kurt." Blaine said, looking up at him dreamily. He blinked and tore away his gaze. "Uh, I-I heard you would be here; the guys told me, and I..." He cleared his throat. "I-I thought...I mean, hey, it's a nice night, and...I wanted to...to see you." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, giving a nervous smile to match.
The girls were silently cheering behind Kurt, who was staring at Blaine, his mouth agape.
Blaine pulled his guitar around. "I...wanted to sing to you." He said, and the girls neat fainted while Kurt stared. After a long moment, a small smile grew across Kurt's face and he nodded, biting his lip.
Blaine smiled and looked down at his guitar, placing his hands correctly on the instrument.
And as he started to strum, Kurt's sure he gone to heaven.
How many times do I daydream
About making love to you?
And take you to a special place Where it's only me and you
I'll put away all your troubles
On the other side of the world
And run my arms around your heart
And tell you you're my girl
Blaine rich voice carried the song perfectly, and Kurt couldn't help but lean forward, resting his chin on his hand as he smiled shyly down at Blaine.
So let's go steal away in the night
And we'll go far away from here
To the place where our love is right
Can I take you to my world
The girls gathered behind Kurt to watch, in awe themselves, but all that Kurt and Blaine could see was each other.
Whenever you're sad
Whenever you're crying
I'll be the one who wipes away your tears
Whenever you call
Whenever you need me
I'll be the one who runs to you
Giving my love
Well you know how much I love you
So you better not let me down
I'm not asking for too much, baby
Just stick around
Blaine's fingers moved professionally along the neck of the guitar, hitting every note without a flaw, though he didn't take his eyes off of Kurt the whole time.
A quiet day in the country
Or a rainy night in my room
We'll hide away under my sheets
After the morning comes too soon
An afternoon in your eyes
Or a lifetime in your heart
Forever just stay long enough
But it leads to take a start
Falling deeper in love with you
Will you be there to catch me girl
Are you falling deep with me too
Can I keep you in my world
Whenever you're sad
Whenever you're crying
I'll be the one who wipes away your tears
Whenever you call
Whenever you need me
I'll be the one who runs to you
Giving my love
Well you know how much I love you
So you better not let me down
I'm not asking for too much, baby
Just stick around
Forever...
Forever
Oh would you come on baby
Let's go steal away in the night
And we'll go far away from here
To the place where our love is right
Oooh 'cause
Whenever you're sad
Whenever you're crying
I'll be the one who wipes away your tears
Whenever you call
Whenever you need me
I'll be the one who runs to you
Giving my love
Well you know how much I love you
So you better not let me down
I'm not asking for too much, baby
Just stick around
Forever...
Forever
When the song was over, Kurt was in tears. The girls were clapping behind him, and Blaine was only staring.
"Kurt," Blaine started, "I can't hold this is anymore. I get nervous every time you get near me, I blush whenever the guys tease me about you, and, Jesus, my heart skips a freaking beat whenever I even think about you, I..." He paused. "Kurt, I...I need you to know...that I love you." He said quietly, and Kurt's pretty sure he's died right there and then.
Kurt suddenly backed away from the window, through the crowd of girls, and shot of the room.
He hurried down the stairs and towards the door, flinging it open and running into the cool night.
When he reached Blaine, he paused, and took a shaky breath.
He swallowed. "Blaine. You...you meant that? You...really love me?" His voice squeaked.
Blaine nodded. "Yes, I...I really love you." He sighed. "And don't worry because I'll completely understand if you don't feel the same way—"
"Blaine."
"—because after all of the crap I put you through you must think I'm crazy to do this—"
"Blaine."
"—I mean first it was Jeremiah with the whole friggin' serenade that was so stupid of me and I really don't even know what I saw in him—"
"Blaine."
"—and then there was the whole thing with Rachel where I thought I might've been bisexual and then I flipped out at you be aide I didn't know that you had practically gone through the same thing with Brittany—"
"Blaine."
"—but you know that I can only express my feelings in song—"
"Blaine."
"—which holy crap I totally just did that to you which I guess makes sense because it's the only way to properly let you know that I—"
"For the love of God, Blaine! Would you listen to me?" Kurt yelled, and Blaine stopped, snapping his mouth shut. Kurt breathed. "OK. Now listen." He said, and put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "I feel exactly the same way." He said.
Blaine's eyes widened. "Y-You do?"
"Mm-hmm." Kurt said. "And just so you know that I'm not lying..." He said, and then leaned in to connect their lips.
Blaine gasped, but quickly wound his arms around Kurt's petite waist to pull him closer.
When they pulled away, Kurt pressed their foreheads together. "I love you." He whispered, and Blaine smiled.
Kurt returned upstairs after a few minutes, to a room of smiling girls.
He scowled. "So maybe he does like me." He mumbled, and the girls squealed, quickly pelting him with questions as Kurt looked out the window and watched his boyfriend drive away with a huge grin on his face.
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