"Turn the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love."
The last time Blaine talks to Kurt, he says that he wants to go with him to the dance.
Weeks pass and they don't talk, just like what they had talked about.
Kurt texts the details to Blaine: what to wear, where to go to, and even sends the plane tickets to him.
Blaine replies with a simple gratitude and their conversation ends like that.
Two weeks before the event, Kurt, along with Rachel, Santana, and of course, Isabelle, attends a final meeting for the ball.
The event organizers say that the said event needs an edge. Something that will make this event more special and striking than the other gatherings like this that happened before, and will happen in the future. This needs to be the talk of people for the rest of the year, and something they'll definitely be talking about for the rest of their lives.
"That's why you're here," one of the organizers, the one with the Hayley Williams-like hair, says to the trio. "I need unprecedented ideas from fresh faces."
Seeing that it's a dance and they have been deliberately preparing for these kinds of things since they set foot in the city that never sleeps, Kurt offers a smile at the bosses and squeezes Santana's and Rachel's hands.
"We've got the perfect idea."
"I'm bringing Brittany!" Santana giddily declares as she gets off on the phone with her best friend and girlfriend.
"Finn's got it all planned out with his soon-to-be wedding tuxedo and ridiculously phenomenal dance moves," Rachel chimes in.
Kurt perks up, but doesn't talk. Instead, he shakes his head and continues pressing keys on his iPad.
The girls share a look, because they know.
Blaine's presence comes in without saying.
Three days.
Kurt tries his best not to call Blaine.
Blaine practices and recalls his dance moves, especially for the slow dances that will likely happen on the 14th.
He swears to himself that he can feel Kurt's shoulder, always supporting his cranium. Always there.
Two days.
Blaine wonders what it's like to look at Kurt's face again. His porcelain, beautiful face, intricately formed and made for Blaine. His and only his.
And no matter how hard he tries to deny it, he still gets those butterflies present the first time they met at the Dalton staircase.
Kurt takes the day off to finalize everything for tomorrow's big event – the red carpet, white lily corsages, and Christmas lights scattered on the ceiling to look like miniature stars from the sky.
He closes his eyes.
He imagines himself pulling Blaine closer as he twirls him around. A groovy beat plays and Blaine does jazz squares. Kurt laughs and does his trademark – shoulder shimmying.
Then, a soft music fills up the atmosphere. Kurt takes Blaine hand unquestionably and cautiously places his hands on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine steadies Kurt as he holds his waist.
Kurt wishes it were real.
When he gets home, Kurt sits on his bed and types away.
I can't wait to see you.
He waits for a response, but it doesn't come.
The day finally comes.
Kurt shakes out his nervousness.
Isabelle peers over at him.
"Kurt, don't worry. You look charming tonight, as always," she tries.
Kurt groans in frustration. "God, these butterflies in my stomach won't calm themselves!"
Isabelle smiles at Kurt and holds his hand. "Soulmates."
Kurt nods. "My soulmate."
The first part of the program runs smoothly, but that's not what Kurt has been worrying about.
The first performer is late, and so is Blaine.
The pianist starts pressing his keys and the violinist starts playing his strings.
The puzzle pieces in Kurt's finally formed a clear picture.
He hears his voice. Tonight. In a song.
Blaine walks slowly, careful at each step he takes. It's a fragile moment with a song.
There are so many heads in the place and so many hearts soaring, but tonight, there's only one boy he sees – the one who owns his heart.
He sings.
Kurt turns around and looks at him.
"This is my love song to you
Let every woman know I'm yours
So you can fall asleep each night, babe
And know I'm dreaming of you more
You're always hoping that we make it
You always want to keep my gaze
Well you're the only one I see
And that's one thing that won't change"
Everyone surrounding Kurt starts dancing slowly with their respective partners.
Brittany looks at Santana intently, her hand cupping the Latina's tanned face. They smile at each other, then wipe each other's tears.
Rachel and Finn sways slowly with the rhythm and Kurt watches them. For him, they are the most romantic couple in the room.
But not for long.
"And with this love song to you
It's not a momentary phase
You are my life, I don't deserve you
But you love me just the same
And as the mirror says we're older
I will not look the other way
You are my life, my love, my only
And that's the one thing that won't change"
Kurt looks back at Blaine.
He moves closer to him.
"I'll never stop trying
I'll never stop watching as you leave
I'll never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
I'll never stop holding your hand
I'll never stop opening your door
I'll never stop choosing you babe
I'll never get used to you"
And just like that, Blaine had Kurt again. He kisses him - a kiss so innocent, so pure, so full of longing. And of course, love.
Santana, knowing better, grabs the microphone from Blaine and walks away, patting him at the back.
Kurt offers a smile.
"You're here," he says softly.
"I'm here," Blaine replies unbelievably. "I-I'm here, just like the movies."
"Just like the movies," Kurt nods, echoing Blaine's words.
Kurt gives him his corsage. "I believe this rightfully belongs to you," he replies shyly.
"Thanks," Blaine mutters.
"Kurt, I-I brought you these," he adds quickly, stuttering with his words. He extended his hand to Kurt. "I just thought that maybe you'd like some color i-in your desk."
Kurt has lost all his words. "Blaine, this is beautiful. Thank you," he manages to say.
He can't find the right words to describe the beautiful bouquet in front of him – a flower arrangement of blue and white roses tied together with a silver ribbon. This bouquet transcends the red and yellow roses they used to give to each other.
Out of habit, he smells the roses while Blaine looks at him.
"Thank you for coming. It really means a lot to me," Kurt smiles sheepishly, leading Blaine to a table for two. "I'm actually sad that you have to go home right away, though."
Blaine holds Kurt's hand. "Home is where you are, Kurt."
Kurt blushes.
They dance all night.
Lying on the rooftop, watching the stars, is the best moment for Kurt tonight.
He had so many questions inside of him, uncertainties, doubts, and whatnot.
But lying here with Blaine, their bodies so close together, he knows one thing on his mind and his heart.
I want to spend forever with you.
I love you.
You're my soulmate.
It's always been you.
It will always be you.