"Eat your heart out Kate Middleton."
Blaine had never felt more proud of his boyfriend than at that very moment.
There Kurt was, standing in front of the crowd of kids who had made his life a living hell with a crown on his head and eyes still slightly red from crying, delivering a witty one liner that made Blaine's heart smile.
This boy was really something else.
"Now we hold the tradition of our 2011 Prom King and Queen having their first dance."
Oh shit.
It took all of Blaine's willpower not to punch Karofsky as he walked away from Kurt, who looked so lost as he stood alone on the dance floor. He saw Kurt's eyes darted around the room, looking for someone.
He's looking for me.
But, I can't. Not after what happened before. Not after how it changed my Father.
He looks like he's about to cry.
"Excuse me? May I have this dance?"
The look on Kurt's face took all of Blaine's troubled thoughts away.
"Yes, yes you may."
"Let me get this straight. Even though you were beaten up last year for going to prom with another gay kid and even though your Father cut you off because of that and you had a concussion and bruises all over your face due to the beating up, you still asked him to dance with you. In front of a bunch of people you don't know."
"I guess so, yeah I did."
"Blaine Anderson, you are something else."
"He looked so frightened; I couldn't just leave him there."
"It amazes me how much you loved him."
"I still do Amanda."
"I love you."
The words came out before Blaine could take them back. But to his surprise, he didn't regret those three words in the slightest, because he knew he meant it with all his heart.
Blaine had never said those three words to someone besides his parents before, not even whispered in the darkness to the boy who he took to prom that night he got beaten up.
But something about that very moment in the Lima Bean, with their shoes touching underneath the table and Kurt's eyes shimmering with excitement and the shade of blueish grey that he loved so much, made him say those three words.
In a few months, Kurt Hummel had captured Blaine Anderson so completely and had taken over every inch of his heart.
"I love you too."
He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me.
"Kurt wasn't even the slightest bit angry when he found out his Glee club didn't place?"
"He was a little upset of course, but it didn't get to him like it did to his other classmates. That's what I love so much about him: he always sees the bright side to everything. He was my light and he was like the sun, brightening up every room he went in."
"I'm glad you had him. You deserve to be loved."
"He deserved it too. I tried my best to give it him."
"He got it."
"Got what? The feeling of being loved or me?"
"Both."
"Blaine, I don't think you have the slightest idea of the impact you have on people."
"I don't."
"Let me show you."
"How?"
"You'll see next Tuesday."
"I'm transferring."
"What?"
"I'm going to McKinley."
"Why does that name ring a bell?"
"It's Kurt's school."
"Why are you going?"
"Because I want to spend more time with him."
"Bullshit."
"Phillip, listen to Blaine talk-"
"You are not leaving Dalton."
"I signed the papers."
"Marian, did you agree to this?"
"I didn't like it."
"But you agreed."
"McKinley is a good school."
"We spent so much work and effort to place Blaine in Dalton and he's throwing it all away to join this stupid boy who's taken over his life."
"Kurt's not stupid."
"He bloody well is if he's making you do this."
"Phillip-"
"Blaine, you're not my son anymore."
"I never was."
"Mom, I'm home."
"She went out."
"D-dad? Is that you?"
"I'm right here son, come to the living room."
Blaine sat down on the hard leather couch, trying to avoid his Father's eyes.
"I don't know where to start."
"You don't have to say anything at all, I'll just go to my room like I normally do okay it's not a big dea-"
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For neglecting you. For not holding you in the hospital after what happened at prom. For not threatening to kill the guys that beat you up. For not attending your performances. For not congratulating you on West Side Story. For not bringing you to football games or to greasy hamburger joints. For not being the Father that you deserve to have and for not loving you the way I should've."
"Dad."
"I'm not done yet. I shouldn't have cut you off. But just, seeing you there lying in the hospital bed with the harsh smell of medicine and antiseptic filling the room and your face covered in blue and black, I felt so helpless. I felt like I had let you down. When you came out, I was so angry. I knew what gay guys went through; I didn't want that to happen to you. I thought you had led yourself into a death trap. Seeing you in the hospital, both after that prom and with the eye patch, that just confirmed all my fears."
"But-"
"Blaine, for god's sake, I haven't talked to you properly in years. Just, just let me finish okay?"
"Okay."
"I was a fucking horrible Father. I didn't even attend Kurt's funeral. I know a million sorries won't take back how badly I treated you, so I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and treating you how you deserve to be treated and trying to help you find every happiness. I love you Blaine, you're my son and you always will be."
Blaine hugged his Father for the first time in four years.
"We made it up."
"You and?"
"Me and my Father."
"Blaine, I'm so happy for you."
"I wish I could tell you about it."
"You're telling me now right?"
Dry lips pressed against knuckles.
"Do you still have the scarf I bought you?"
Soft red fabric appeared between Blaine's fingers.
"Of course darling."
"Kurt, do you think I'm mad?"
"Mad as a Hatter."
"This is not the time for Alice in Wonderland quotes."
"Well the maddest people are always the ones that love the most."
"I've given all my love to you."
"And I've given you mine in return."
"I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of you."
"Then don't."
The scarf flowed away from Blaine's grasp.