A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. College and being ill are a nightmare for my writing habits. I hope you like this chapter. :) this is closer to how long the chapters will be from now on. Let me know what you think and whether there are any errors? ALSO I do have twitter. KayleighBellax. I'll tweet when i'm updating.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs or characters, only those you don't recognise.

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Kurt reached Dylan's mustang and got into the passenger's side smiling as Dylan shifted noticeably; relieved as the engine roared to life. "So, umm, this could kind of be a date... If you wanted." Dylan said quietly as he watched Kurt change through the radio stations aimlessly.
"It's only a date if you're paying."
"I could do that I mean I was planning to anyway so-"
"I was kidding Dylan, this can be a date, even if we pay for our own meals." Kurt teased him, enjoying how much the alto squirmed at Kurt's sarcasm.
He could learn to love Kurt's sarcasm, given a bit of time.

Kurt and Dylan hand sung along to a radio station that seemed to favor Broadway musicals. The countertenors heart leapt in admiration as he realised that he and Dylan shared a common interest. They'd both agreed that they were rather hungry and that they should go into Westerville and find a restaurant. "Fazoli's on South State Street?" Dylan suggested as they approached the Italian-styled diner. Kurt nodded enthusiastically as he admired the furnishings inside whilst Dylan parked effortlessly.

Blaine Anderson let his fingers wander freely over the keys in the abandoned auditorium. He'd been just in time to see Dylan and Kurt drive away together looking sickeningly happy. He hadn't played this song in a while and wasn't really sure who'd written it.

"What hurts the most

Is being so close

And having so much to say

And watching you walk away

And never knowing

What could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you

That's what I was trying to do

Ooohhh..."

The tanned lead sang with a raw kind of passion that couldn't be taught. David looked on and sighed, unseen by his best friend. He watched as Blaine rested his head in his hands after he'd let the last notes linger eerily. The counsel member could have sworn he saw Blaine wipe away a stray tear before putting on his brave face. There had to be something he could do to cheer Blaine up or get him to stop being so stubborn and just admit that he has feelings for Kurt.

"Hey Blaine." David jogged into view, pretending he'd only just arrived. "Just thought you'd like to know that we're having a Warblers meeting tonight to pick our set list for the Valentines Ball."

Blaine's fabricated smile fell. The Valentines Ball was organised by the Warblers to showcase potential competition pieces. What Blaine had forgotten, however, was that the last song was without the back-up vocalists and tradition said that the lead would have to serenade his Valentine. He could of course serenade Wes or one of the other Warblers in a playful, light-hearted way, or he could attempt to unscramble his feelings for Kurt and decide whether they were friendly or romantic.

"I can't believe you ate that huge pizza by yourself." Kurt giggled and watched his breath becoming apparent in the cold night air.

"Well I can't believe you only ate that tiny salad until I force-fed you some of my Chocolate Fudge Cake."
"- which my complexion will never forgive you for." He piped up and then scowled, trying to hide the smile that threatened to betray his 'anger'. He was having a brilliant night out and had completely forgotten about Blaine – no really, he had! He followed Dylan happily and didn't mind that the other boy had timidly linked their arms together; leading him somewhere he realised wasn't back to Dalton. "This has been so lovely Dylan, don't ruin it by ending the night in abduction." He teased the older boy who just laughed and tugged him towards a karaoke bar and the countertenor's eyes lit up.

Kurt looked around curiously while Dylan went to get their drinks. How had he never seen this place before? It was classy and minimalistic; the gray walls twinkled as the stage lights reflected off the silver music note shaped mirrors that were scattered throughout. As Kurt looked at the other people there he felt oddly reassured that they were the youngest people there. The band were currently warming up and people were taking their seats, writing down their requests and handing them to the drummer who seemed to enjoy the attention.

"One diet soda for you." Dylan said and handed him a request paper along with a book that contained all the songs that the band knew. He looked through the list and he and Dylan spoke at the same time.
"Broken Strings?" They both said and Kurt blushed an adorable red color. Kurt wrote their song and their names on the paper in his elegant script and got up, handing it to the drummer, ignoring his cocky stance.

"Kurt Hummel and Dylan Hollinger?" The guitarist asked a few songs later. Everyone so far had been good, but not outstanding. Maybe they could show everyone how it's done. Kurt took to the stage and took the microphone looking comfortable and glanced sideways and saw that Dylan looked terrified. He took his shaking hand in his own and smiled reassuringly as the band began to play.

"Let me hold you for the last time

It's the last chance to feel again

But you broke me, now I can't feel anything"

Kurt began to sing, enjoying everybody's shocked and delighted looks. He gave Dylan's hand a gentle squeeze and was happily surprised when Dylan began to sing and sounded, well, amazing.

"When I love you and so untrue

I can't even convince myself

When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else"

The nervous alto sang and was thankful that Kurt was holding his hand. He didn't care what everyone else thought, this was his moment and he was going to enjoy it. His voice melted with Kurt's as they sang the chorus together before splitting off to sing their respective verses again.

"Oh, it tears me up

I tried to hold on but it hurts too much

I tried to forgive but it's not enough

To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings

You can't feel anything

That your heart don't want to feel

I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse

How can I give anymore

When I love you a little less than before?"

...

"But we're running through the fire

When there's nothing left to say

It's like chasing the very last train

When we both know it's too late, too late

You can't play our broken strings

You can't feel anything

That your heart don't want to feel

I can't tell you something that ain't real"

Kurt turned to face Dylan and grinned, by this time they were both totally immersed in the song. Dylan pulled his microphone from the stand and continued singing, looking deeply into Kurt's eyes. This song was about Kurt and Blaine, he knew that much. Hopefully though, this meant that Kurt was ready to move on... hopefully.

"Let me hold you for the last time

It's the last chance to feel again"

They both practically whispered the last two lines together, their voices merging deliciously again as they bowed and were greeted by rapturous applause. Dylan couldn't stop grinning as he replaced his microphone then pulled Kurt into a tight hug before jumping off the stage, leading Kurt back to their table.

Kurt leant across the table and pressed a kiss to Dylan's cheek, still smiling happily. A gentle kiss on the cheek after a beautiful performance, that's all it took to get Dylan Hollinger feeling ridiculously giddy. "You were so brilliant Kurt." Dylan complimented the countertenor who merely nodded smugly.
"As were you Dylan, that song suited your voice so well." He added genuinely. He'd had an amazing evening; it didn't compare to anything else he'd ever experienced. Maybe there were good guys out there, not just Blaine.

"Fancy a dance? C'mon, I know you love this song." Dylan grinned mischievously as he dragged Kurt from his seat as a petite blonde began to perform Speechless by Lady Gaga immaculately. Kurt admired her natural beauty and the amount of passion she put into the song. I don't think even I could better this performance.

The fashionista shrugged his shoulders and took Dylan's awaiting hand, who then bowed formally causing the younger boy to giggle as he walked to the dance floor. The brunette put his arm around the alto's waist and timidly rested his head on his chest as they began to waltz slowly. (It was nice to be close to someone taller than him for once!)

As far as he was concerned, things couldn't get much better. His sister was singing one of Kurt's favorite songs beautifully and Kurt himself was wrapped up in his arms. He wasn't entirely sure whether he'd wanted to date Kurt when they'd first met, but this confirmed it for him. Kurt's small boyish figure felt right against his slightly taller, muscular one.

"You've left me speechless." Dylan murmured tunefully as the song came to an end and reluctantly they parted.

"That was Lexie Hollinger" Someone announced and the girl curtseyed while the crowd applauded enthusiastically.
"Lexie." The girl repeated a few minutes later as she extended her hand towards Kurt's, eyeing Dylan knowingly. Dylan shot her a death glare which caused the other boy to blush and giggle as he shook Lexie's hand.

"This is Kurt, he's a... good friend." He said, sounding irritated.
"You're an amazing singer." Kurt told her, a little shy. "And I totally love your boots, where did you get them from?" He added before he could help himself. Dylan rolled his eyes playfully as they began to discuss fashion. Hopefully mom and dad are still manning the bar and won't come over here to complete the embarrass Dylan as much as possible mission that appeared to be going on.

Songs used:

What Hurt's The Most – Rascal Flatts

Broken Strings – James Morrison

(Speechless – Lady Gaga)

Sneakpeak: ;) In the next Chapter we meet Emma Anderson, Blaine's little sister...