Chapter 15: Saturday Night Glee-ver

AN: I went into the episode thinking I'd hate it and came out loving it. I'm impressed-they did an album while keeping up with real emotional drama and things people honestly worry about. It's like season 1 with a higher budget!

RANDOM COMMENT: My English teacher (he's the best teacher I've ever had) wears bowties and dress shirts every day and today he wore THE SAME OUTFIT Blaine did in the beginning of the episode. No joke. It was awesome.

Enjoy the chapter :D

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"How did you know you wanted to be on Broadway?"

Kurt peaked an eye open, glancing down at Blaine's face from where the other boy's head was situated on his lap. Blaine's honey eyes were wide and curious and, despite the fact that he now knew of Blaine's unfortunate love for disco, Kurt couldn't help but smile.

"I guess I've never really talked about it, have I?" Kurt mused, more to himself than his lover. It was strange-no one had really asked him why he wanted to be on Broadway before, he'd just said that's what he'd wanted to do and everyone either nodded along or scoffed. He hadn't really talked to anyone about it, not even Rachel-though with how wrapped up in her own affairs Rachel was, it wasn't much of a surprise.

"I guess I first knew when I was a little kid and my mom and I watched The Sound of Music for the first time. I may not have understood all the complexities of the story at that point, but singing along with Maria and the von Trapps was kind of like my escape from the world. I never really had any friends as a kid-people seemed too inherently realize I was different and stayed away. I would pretend I was there with them and that we all got to have a happy ending.

"Then my mom died, and it became a way to block out what had happened. I could still hear her singing along with me if I tried hard enough. My dad seemed to realize what was happening, and he told me that there were more musicals like that, and about how people got paid to escape into that fantasy world every day. It was like a dream come true.

"So I researched and found all the classics. I always used Wicked to pretend I was as amazing as Elphaba and that my differences made me better, not worse than everyone else when the bullying started. When someone called me a girl or a fag I used Victor/Victoria. I used something different for each situation, and I always made me feel like I was fabulous and that no one could touch me.

"Being able to actually live that and inspire kids to keep trying and convince them they were never alone, like Broadway did for me, well… just the thought makes me smile."

Kurt blushed brightly. "Sorry-that was probably a lot longer than you were expecting."

"Yes," Blaine admitted, tangling his fingers with the older boy's from where they were resting on Blaine's chest. "But you know how much I love your spontaneity, and that story was really inspiring."

Kurt smiled down at him, noticing that he'd been running his fingers threw Blaine's hair the whole time. Huh. It was almost like it was a natural reaction now. The thought warmed Kurt's heart.

"What about you, baby?" Kurt wondered. "What's your story?"

Blaine shrugged a little, turning so he could nuzzle into Kurt's stomach. "Mine's not as beautiful as yours…"

Kurt snorted, prodding Blaine's back a little with the hand that had previously been soothing the smaller boy's curls. Blaine sat up, frowning, no doubt wondering why Kurt was no longer allowing him to use his lap as a pillow, before he realized what Kurt was doing and his whole face lit up, unleashing a slew of butterflies in Kurt's stomach.

Once Kurt had properly adjusted himself so he was lying on his back, Blaine immediately fell on top of him and grinned into Kurt's neck as the senior wrapped him in his arms.

"Don't ever sell yourself short, Blaine Anderson," Kurt chided. "No matter what you say it will always be interesting to me, even if it is about something as outdated and mundane as disco."

Blaine mock pouted, propping his chin up so Kurt could see his face. Kurt really wanted to kiss his pouty lips-they were like an offering, it seemed like it's be a sin not to kiss them. "I thought you liked disco after this weak." How one man could be so undeniably adorable and sexy at the same time was a mystery to Kurt.

"Correction, I liked the suit. The style of music is another story entirely." Kurt explained absently, finally giving in and pressing his lips to his lovers, lingering longer than he intended. He raised an eyebrow after pulling away. "But you're deflecting."

Blaine huffed, pushing his face back against Kurt's shoulder again. "Fine. But as I said, mine's just the generic, boring old answer. Preforming is what I love to do, so I want to do it. It's something I'm really good at-if what they say is true-and it gives me a chance to prove that I can be great."

Kurt made an interested hum in the back of his throat. "And you are great." Kurt agreed, kissing the top of Blaine's head. "You are prefect and wonderful and so beautiful, especially when you sing."

Blaine raised himself up so his hands were resting on either side of Kurt's head, supporting him as he hovered his upper body above his boyfriend's. Loose curls hung delicately over his forehead as his hazel eyes glowed spectacularly. Kurt hadn't been lying, Blaine really was beautiful. Kurt's breath hitched at the sight, leaning up so languidly kiss him, their tongues lazily dancing as they reiterated themselves with the unique taste and feel of their lover's mouth.

"I love you." Kurt breathed against his lips.

"I love you too. I know you'll make all your dreams come true."

Kurt laughed happily, pecking Blaine's lips, unable to stop himself, before replying "You will too. We'll be that famous couple that no one wants to break up because it's so apparent we're in love."

Blaine smiled, stealing another kiss from the boy below him. "When I move to New York, and you still want me, right?" Blaine asked, insecurity creeping into his voice.

Kurt kissed away the doubt on Blaine's face, leaving them both breathless. "I'll always want you, Blaine."