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Story so far...
It is Kurt's twenty-third birthday and Blaine comes home to see him crying. He comforts him and then he cooks Kurt a meal. They get ready and go out for Kurt's secret 'birthday treat'.
-*T&C*-
As they neared the little theatre, Blaine stopped walking and drew Kurt around to face him, still holding his hand. With his free hand, he cupped his boyfriend's cheek, marvelling at how that face could still make his heart hiccup all these years on.
"Kurt. I've never been one for romance, as you well know. It baffles me as to how you can create perfect situations for me to just fall in love with you all over again. I can't do speeches; I sometimes feel like I'm just going to start stuttering and, and then go off on a tangent, probably a lot like the one that I feel like I'm headed on now. For your birthday I- I wanted something special. And I racked my brains for what I could do. You've been working so hard recently, and I've been busy too and as much as I'd've loved to take you to Broadway for a weekend, I knew our schedules couldn't cope with it. So I arranged this instead. I have no idea what you're going to think of it, but I just pray that, however much I fail at romance and surprises, you'll still love me at the end of the night. No, don't talk. Just- just let me finish. I set this up months ago and have been working on it ever since. And I may have to abandon you during the night, or you could come with me, or whatever, but, oh - just enjoy it!"
Kurt's face had been a map of agreement, bashfulness, laughter, adoration, understanding, shock, rejection, confusion and, finally, love. He gazed into the eyes of the boy opposite him and squeezed the hand that was still held in his. "You are going nowhere without me."
Blaine visibly relaxed. "That was all you could extract from that?"
"Of course!" Kurt grinned and pecked the shorter man's cheek. Blaine copied the action and then tugged at Kurt's hand, leading him towards the entrance in a way that was similar, but a lot less awkward, to how they had run down that corridor when they had first met.
"In which case, we'd better get backstage!"
They ran through the entrance hall hand-in-hand past some confused looking faces. Some smiled at the twenty-three year old being dragged along by his twenty-two year old boyfriend as if they were still teenagers. No one frowned at the fact that the two boys were clearly in a relationship. Nobody seemed to care that they were gay. Everyone just looked happy, but it didn't stop Kurt from staring at the floor
to watch out for any potential feet that may trip him.
Blaine slowed as they reached the door to backstage. He dropped Kurt's hand, attempted to straighten his ungelled hair, and grabbed the hand again in a more comfortable position. He then pushed the door open to a sea of red and navy and a roar of "Blaine!" and "Sir, good to see you!" and the inevitable "Mr Anderson, I'm scared and I'm going to let you down and…"
Blaine silenced them all by raising his free hand. "Guys! Calm it, okay?"
A blanket of silence fell on the boys; nervous and excited alike. Their eyes wide, they waited for their leader to speak again.
"Right. We've sold almost all the tickets, so remember to project - bodies absorb sound, so we need all the energy we can get out there. For those of you that this is your first performance, all I can say is…"
As Kurt watched him talk, he saw Blaine change from a childish, loveable puppy dog, to a commanding, admired figurehead, who happened to be equally as loveable.
"And for those of you who don't know him, this rather gorgeous man standing next to me is Kurt." The group of boys all nodded knowingly.
"Happy birthday!" A lone voice called out from the group and the boy looked around him, embarrassed at the fact that no one else had spoken up. Kurt was confused as to how this boy knew, but smiled none the less, his blush from Blaine's introduction staying subtle.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"
"Tyler. Tyler Scott. I- I hope you have a good night, Sir." The crimson spread further across the young boy's cheeks.
"Well thank you Tyler. But please call me Kurt; Sir sounds so formal!"
The blush on Tyler's face lessened and a smile replaced it. "Okay Kurt."
Blaine's eyes traced the gorgeous dimples in Kurt's cheeks when he smiled. He wanted to kiss every inch of the other man's face, but knew it would be inappropriate to do so in front of his students. He turned back to his Warblers to give them some final encouragement.
"Guys, you are going to be great. You always are, and tonight is going to be no exception. I want you to enjoy it. Sure, it's a big crowd, but most of you have seen bigger. For those of you with solos, I know you'll nail them. I've had a poster stuck up at the back for those who get nervous, so look at that instead of the audience and
you'll be fine. And for the big finale, you know what to do. Jack, you know what to say. I'll do what I need to. So, until then, good luck!"
The boys clapped and cheered their leader as he left the room again, still clutching onto his boyfriend's hand. Kurt looked over his shoulder at them as he was dragged out of the door again. With the big door shut behind them, they were standing once again in the entrance hall. Blaine now took Kurt's other hand in his free one and they stood facing each other. "My birthday treat is watching your Warblers perform?"
Blaine looked embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. I told you I failed at roma-" He was cut off as Kurt planted a kiss on his lips. They pulled away with Blaine blushing.
"I love it! And I'm always saying how I want to see them perform more; you must have been planning this for months!"
"About half a year," Blaine admitted with a shrug.
"Wow. Goodness! But what was that about; the big finale? Why were you being so secretive about it?"
"Oh, nothing. I just didn't want to repeat myself to them, that's all." Blaine's eyes shifted off Kurt's face to look at a spot on the floor just behind him.
"Oh, right. So, what is it then?" Kurt countered.
"You'll have to wait and see!" Blaine looked again at Kurt's face, smiling.
The pair made their way to their seats on the front row and sat, facing the stage. Blaine set his bag down on the floor between them. Kurt recognised the set, but couldn't quite remember where from. It looked like scaffolding with several platforms on it. There were steps to each level and a railing at the back.
Suddenly, it hit him: Animal! Kurt hid his face behind his hand in embarrassment, remembering what that performance had been like. He recalled the conversation just afterwards…
"Are you okay? You kept making those weird faces the whole song."
"Those weren't weird faces. Those were my sexy faces."
"It just look like you're having gas pains or something."
Kurt shuddered, but withdrew the hand from his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine shaking. He turned his head to see that Blaine had been watching him the whole time, and he was now laughing uncontrollably at the effect that the set had had on him. Kurt slapped his arm playfully and sat, crossing his arms, facing the stage.
"Hey, I'm sorry babe," Blaine murmured into his ear, leaning forward and enveloping Kurt in an awkward side-hug. He leant his head on Kurt's shoulder, rubbing his chin along the fabric of his shirt, before lifting his head again and kissing Kurt on his ear and releasing him.
Kurt looked mock-offended at his boyfriend and uncrossed his arms, leaning his left one on the armrest between him and Blaine and then proceeded in clicking his fingers and beckoning him over with his index finger. When Blaine leant in, he met him halfway and rested the hand underneath Blaine's chin while he kissed him softly on the lips.
"Now, eyes front - it'll start soon."
The houselights dimmed and seventeen teenage boys walked on to the stage and stood in the dark. Suddenly, the lights came on them and a short, dark-haired boy, who Kurt recognised as Chris stepped forwards. The music started playing and he started to sing.
"You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on.
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punch line wrong.
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down.
Before you met me
I was alright but things
Were kinda heavy.
You brought me to life.
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine, Valentine."
He moved back into the pack and the group of boys started dancing. They all sang as one.
"Let's go all the way tonight;
No regrets, just love.
We can dance, until we die.
You and I,
Will be young forever.
You make me
Feel like I'm livin' a
Teenage Dream;
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep;
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back."
At this, the Warblers peeled off and climbed the set to reach different platforms. They continued singing, with Chris taking every other line, the way that Blaine had done all those years ago when they had first met.
"My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back
Don't ever look back."
Now, the Warblers all faced the wings and left just Chris facing forwards, a blue spotlight on him.
"We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach.
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets.
I finally found you:
My missing puzzle piece.
I'm complete."
The boys now walked across the scaffolding and down the levels so most of them were at the bottom. The taller ones stood at the back and the shorter at the front so as Chris started singing again, he walked forwards, off the platform, and walked down the boys' hands like they were steps. All the time he looked forwards and Kurt wondered why he wasn't screaming in fear.
"Let's go all the way tonight;
No regrets, just love.
We can dance, until we die.
You and I,
Will be young forever.
You make me
Feel like I'm livin' a
Teenage Dream;
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep;
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me.
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back
Don't ever look back."
With Chris now safely back on solid ground, the group started dancing again. Chris's vocals shone over the volume of the others' voices.
"I'm a get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight.
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight."
Now Chris took the improvised sub line as the Warblers sang the chorus again.
"You make me feel (Yeah!)
Like I'm livin' a (Like I'm livin' a)
Teenage dream (Teenage Dream)
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep. (I can't sleep)
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back.
Don't ever look back.
My heart stops (yeah)
When you look at me.
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back."
What little music that was previously playing now stopped and the group were left completely a cappella.
"I'm a get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight."
They finished with a flourish and all stood up straight with their hands crossed over their bodies. The audience, including Kurt, went wild. They gave a standing ovation, clapping and cheering like their lives depended on it. The Warblers who had previously been looking slightly nervous, now just stood, smiling widely. Grins were etched onto the faces of all the boys. As the cheers finally died down, another boy stepped forwards. Kurt looked puzzled as to who he was and turned to face Blaine as if asking for confirmation that he was new.
Blaine nodded. "Paul Gray," he leant over to whisper into Kurt's ear. "Joined about three months ago. Voice of an angel." He leant back after imparting his wisdom about the boy who was now starting to speak to the crowd.
"Thank you everyone," he said, the grin never leaving his face. "And thank you all so much for coming. As all of you are no doubt aware, 'Raise Your Glass' is a night dedicated to the man who is Kurt Hummel. And, if we could get a spotlight? There were go." Kurt turned bright red as he was lit up by a bright white light. "Now, six months ago, when our leader, Blaine, started preparing this night for Kurt, I was still stuck back in Illinois, where I lived hoping every day that I'd be lucky enough to join the brilliant Dalton Academy. And then, three months later on, my parents finally agreed to let me come and board at the great school. Within about a week, I was in the Warblers and we were preparing for this great night. So," Paul paused, "I believe our next song needs a little bit of an introduction. When Kurt and Blaine were both blushing schoolboys - and sorry Sir, but the guys made me say that - Regionals were fast approaching and the Warblers needed a song that they were going to perform for their opening number. The gang were hard at work and studying when Blaine burst in and started singing 'Misery'. After it ended, Kurt said that Blaine was taking all the solos and not letting anyone else sing. Well Kurt, he took that in mind and has arranged the song as you are about the hear it. No longer Blaine and the Pips. Enjoy it, everyone!"
As Paul stepped back into the group, the a cappella singers began humming.
Paul: Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Anthony: So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
Daniel: Sometimes these cuts are so much
Deeper than they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them be
Tyler: So let me be
And I'll set you free
All: I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Peter: Girl, you really got me bad
Chris: You really got me bad
Jack: Now I'm gonna get you back
Simon:I'm gonna get you back
Amos: Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
Jesse: Not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel
It's what I didn't show
Henry: So let me be
And I'll set you free
All: I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Peter: Girl, you really got me bad
Chris: You really got me bad
Jack: Now I'm gonna get you back
Simon:I'm gonna get you back
Robert: You say your faith is shaken
You may be mistaken
Luke: You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
Wayne: I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
Mark: I'm getting there
I don't care where I have to roll
Bill: Why do you do what you do to me? Yeah
Ben: Why won't you answer me, answer me? Yeah
Bill: Why do you do what you do to me? Yeah
Ben:Why won't you answer me, answer me? Yeah
All: I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
Your silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Peter: Girl, you really got me bad
Chris: You really got me bad
Jack: Now I'm gonna get you back
Simon:I'm gonna get you back
All: Girl, you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Blaine watched his Warblers fondly; they were doing an excellent job, and Kurt looked so happy it was as though he was about to sprout wings and fly about the room. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand as he pulled the programme out of his bag and handed it to him. Kurt's mouth fell open. 'Raise Your Glass - a night with the Warblers dedicated to the beautiful Kurt Hummel' was emblazoned across the cover, on a backdrop of the classic navy and red blazer. Tears streamed down Kurt's face yet again and Blaine pulled him into a hug as the Warblers started singing 'Silly Love Songs' while they handed out GAP bags to every member of the audience. Kurt saw the bags and laughed, remembering the time when Blaine had serenaded Jeremiah, causing him to lose his job. He returned his focus to the stage for the chorus.
You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs, (Ooooh...)
But I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no, (Ooooh...)
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs, (Ahhhh...)
And what's wrong with that? (What's wrong with that?)
I'd like to know, 'Cause here I go again, (bab bab bab ba bab ba)
"Kurt, this next song you and Blaine once sang to Santana. But when we sing it now, the words apply directly to you, okay?" Henry had stepped forwards and now addressed Kurt before turning back to the other boys and nodding, their voices carrying the melody and Henry taking the first verse.
"Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way, it's all good", it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Under estimated, look, I'm still around."
Daniel came forwards to join him for the chorus.
"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect
To me."
The pair took each other's hands for the rest of the song and sang to each other, causing a lump in Kurt's throat as he watched the couple. When the song finished, they stood apart and bowed, turning to face the Warblers to bow again, and then melted back into the group. Simon climbed to the top of the scaffolding structure and the other Warblers stood underneath him. Most stared at the back of the room and Kurt turned to see it read the poster that Blaine had stuck on the wall for them to look at if they got too nervous: 'Courage'. Kurt grinned and turned back to the stage to watch Simon belt out the chorus of the song he was singing:
"And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?"
Blaine turned and saw tears streaming down his boyfriend's cheeks, a tentative smile on his face. Blaine leant his head on his shoulder, and Kurt turned to see the curls on the younger boy's head. He kissed them lightly before resting his head on Blaine's. He closed his eyes and let the song lull him until he was gently drifting off. He was soon awakened by loud clapping in his ear and his 'pillow' being yanked from under his head as Blaine stood up to clap the boys. The houselights came up again and the stage was plunged into darkness as the singers hurried off and into the wings. Blaine looked down at the small figure of his boyfriend and he offered him his hands to help drag him to a standing position. Kurt gave him a sneaky peck on the nose as he got up. Picking up his bag, Blaine slung it over one shoulder and held out his arm on the other side for Kurt to snuggle into him as they walked. They followed the crowd to the bar and grabbed their drinks that Blaine had pre-ordered and then found a quiet table in a corner of the room. They sat across from each other, holding hands and staring into each others eyes, not saying a word. Finally, when both glasses were empty, Kurt exploded.
"How could you have done all this without telling me? How did you organize all of this? Why did you not tell me that you've been organising this for six months? When did Henry and Daniel get together? How was Paul so confident? When did you become so totally and utterly adorable and brilliant and gorgeous and… mine?"
Blaine grinned and, seemingly in answer to all of Kurt's questions, he leant over the table and kissed him gently on the lips. Kurt's mind went numb as he felt nibbling on his bottom lip and he moaned softly, allowing Blaine access to his mouth and permitting his tongue to explore his teeth, the roof of his mouth, and the inside of his cheeks.
Finally, the pair separated and grinned at each other, their eyes glistening softly. A microphone crackled and an announcement was sent to the speakers on the walls. "This is you five minute call. Tonight's performance of 'Raise Your Glass' shall start again in five minutes. Please make your way back to your seats. Thank you." The woman's voice stopped and the chatter in the room started again. Blaine stood up and put his bag over his shoulder again.
"I'll see you in there. Just need to pop to the loo, okay?" He leant down and pecked Kurt on the cheek again before turning heel and heading out of the room. Kurt sighed and stood up also, taking their empty glasses to the bar to make the job of the wait staff easier. He left them on the side and made his way back to the auditorium. He reached his seat and sat down, grinning as he saw the GAP bag at his feet. Although the seat next to him was empty, he still felt like Blaine was watching him. He had warmth in his heart and a smile on his face as leant relaxed in the velvet-covered seat of the theatre. Then the houselights dimmed.
Kurt's smile vanished. He wanted Blaine next to him for the second half. He wanted to hold his hand and whisper to him. He wanted- no, he was just being silly. Blaine would be back soon. Until then, it'd be stupid to worry. He watched the stage, now without the Animal set, but with a purple piano. Trying to concentrate, Kurt watched as a nervous-looking Tyler appear from the wings, alone.
"Hi everybody. This is- this…" As he faltered, Kurt saw his gaze flick to the back of the room and alight upon the poster. He cleared this throat and continued. "This is my first performance with the Warblers and it is a great honour to be here for Kurt's birthday. For-" He was cut off as a cheer arose from the audience and Kurt's cheeks turned red. When the applause had quietened down, Tyler spoke again. "For the next song, we're going to turn the lights up, and I want everybody to reach into your bags and pull out the yellow sunglasses. Now, a bit of background information for this song. Kurt left Dalton to return to McKinley. Blaine stayed at Dalton. The two still met up regularly, but now that Kurt was in his final year of high school, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with his boyfriend. So, this was kind of Blaine's audition for New Directions. Right, everybody got their sunglasses on? Okay, lights please!" He called to the lighting engineers and slid on his own pair of sunglasses as the brightness increased to allow the audience to still see the stage. The other Warblers then came on, in a huddle and all wearing their yellow sunglasses. Kurt looked around, now panicked. Where was Blaine? He wouldn't want to miss this song. Then the lead vocals started and Kurt did a double take. He couldn't see the man singing the lyrics, but he knew the voice. The Warblers started dancing, still keeping in a tight huddle. Why won't they move? Then, as the song neared its end, the split perfectly down the centre to reveal a short man with grey jeans and a white shirt with striped braces: Blaine.
"It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh"
The song ended and Kurt shot up, applauding his boyfriend with flushed cheeks and a silly grin. Blaine caught his eye and winked, and Kurt felt like he was a puppet who'd just had their strings cut. His knees went weak and he collapsed back into his chair, resting his cheek on his hand as he gazed up at the man onstage.
"Hi everyone! I want to thank you all again for coming. I think my boys did a marvellous job of that first set; can we have another round of applause for them please?" Blaine stepped back to face the Warblers, who were all standing red-faced and grinning, and he clapped them with his hand hitting his wrist as the crowd behind him went wild. Kurt leapt up and cheered, adding a sneaky wolf whistle in and blushing as Blaine turned around and saw him at it. It pleased him to see a slight tinge appear on Blaine's neck as well and Kurt sat back down again giggling like a teenager.
"Well, without much further ado, I think we should get on, yeah?" Blaine looked like an excited puppy as he leapt across the stage and met the purple piano. He sat down at the stool and raised his hands above the keys. A boy walked over and started to sing with him, a hand rested on his shoulder.
Robert:I really can't stay.
Blaine: But baby, it's cold outside.
Robert:I've got to go away.
Blaine: But baby, it's cold outside.
Robert:This evening has been...
Blaine: Been hoping that you'd drop in.
Robert: ...so very nice.
Blaine: I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice.
Blaine flicked away the boy and shook his head, titling it to the side as if to imply he wasn't good enough.
Mark:My mother will start to worry.
Blaine: Beautiful, what's your hurry?
Mark: My father will be pacing the floor.
Blaine: Listen to the fireplace roar.
Mark:So really, I'd better scurry.
Blaine: Beautiful, please don't hurry.
Mark: But maybe just a half a drink more.
Blaine:Put some records on while I pour.
Wayne: The neighbours might think.
Blaine: Baby, it's bad out there.
Wayne: Say, what's in this drink?
Blaine: No cabs to be had out there.
Wayne: I wish I knew how...
Blaine: Your eyes are like starlight now.
Wayne: ...to break the spell.
Blaine: I'll take your hat; your hair looks well.
Halfway through Wayne singing, Blaine sat up straighter as if he was trying to impress him, then a note later he slumped over, exaggerating an act of dismissal as he again waved the boy away. Another approached.
Amos: I ought to say no, no, no, Sir.
Blaine: Mind if I move in closer?
Amos: At least I'm gonna say that I tried.
Blaine: What's the sense in hurting my pride?
Amos: I really can't stay.
Blaine: Baby, don't hold out.
Blaine (Amos): Ah (Oh),
Amos and Blaine:but Baby it's cold outside.
Jesse: I simply must go
Blaine: But, baby, it's cold outside
Jesse: The answer is no
Blaine: But, baby, it's cold outside
Jesse: This welcome has been...
Blaine: How lucky that you'd drop in
Jesse: ...so nice and warm.
Blaine: Look out the window at that storm.
When the next two boys got dismissed the walked off together and sat in a huff at the front of the stage, leaning against each other, acting as if they needed support.
Luke: My sister will be suspicious
Blaine: Gosh, your lips look delicious
Luke: My brother will be there at the door.
Blaine: Waves upon a tropical shore.
Luke: My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Blaine: Ooh, your lips are delicious
Luke: But maybe just a cigarette more
Blaine: Never such a blizzard before
Blaine looked mock horrified at the song coming out of Luke's mouth and shook his head vigorously before he was even talking about his aunt. Luke's voice trailed away on the final line and he ran off to sit with Mark.
Anthony: I've gotta get home.
Blaine: But baby, you'll freeze out there.
Anthony: Say, lend me your coat.
Blaine: It's up to your knees out there.
Anthony: You've really been grand.
Blaine: I thrill when you touch my hand.
Anthony: But don't you see.
Blaine: How can you do this thing to me?
He was sent away with a single, simple flick of the wrist before Blaine hit the keys again.
Peter: There's bound to be talk tomorrow.
Blaine: Think about a life long sorrow.
Peter: At least there will be plenty implied.
Blaine: If you caught pneumonia and died.
Peter: I really can't stay.
Blaine: Get over that hold out.
Blaine (Peter): Ahh (Oh),
Blaine and Peter:but Baby it's cold outside!
Blaine slumped over the keys after the final chord and Bill and Ben made a thing of rushing over to comfort him. Kurt puzzled, wondering what he was doing. Jack turned to face their leader, then looked to the audience. "Blaine first sang that song one Christmas for the Kings Island Christmas Spectacular, yet he needed someone to practise with beforehand; a someone called Kurt." Kurt blushed at the memory of the boy shamelessly flirting with him and remembered having a distinct urge to leap on him and pin him to the ground. He shook his head to clear his mind. Why would that memory be useful again now? He had known that Blaine hadn't felt the same way at the time. Why would Jack be bringing that up now…? "Well, it was during that practise that Blaine started to have… feelings, shall we say, for Kurt." Blaine sat up and looked at Jack with wide eyes. Kurt giggled a little bit; that line had clearly not been in the script! He hid behind his hand and gazed at the stage through his fingers.
"Well, he's now had the privilege of dueting this song with eight other boys. And Blaine, opinions?"
The curly-haired boy stood up and walked over to meet Jack in the centre of the stage. "There's no contest!" He announced to the crowd, with a timid grin on his face. His eyes flicked down to the middle of the front row and alighted upon Kurt, who was now squirming with embarrassment. "No one compares to you, Kurt. And there is nobody else who I'd rather sing this last song with." He held out his hand and Kurt gaped at him. "Come on - sing with me?"
Kurt shook his head wildly and sank further into his hair, hoping to hide. When a bright spotlight lit him up, he closed into himself more. Blaine walked to the front of the stage and jumped down, taking Kurt's hand and dragging him to the steps at the side and before he knew what was happening, Kurt was standing on the stage in front of a sea of welcoming eyes. "Uh, hi," Kurt ventured, speaking to the room.
Blaine snapped into action. "Right, lights down please? Right down. Everyone, glasses off." He threw his own to a nearby Warbler who collected some more, including Kurt's, and took them to the wings before returning back on stage with another GAP carrier bag.
"And if you could reach into your own bags, that'd be great folks!" Jack added as he was swarmed, the boys all grabbing something from the bag he was holding. Kurt just looked about him, confused as to what was happening. He noticed that Blaine hadn't gone to receive whatever it was from the bag, and was instead talking to him. Kurt tried hard to concentrate but the words washed over him. After about thirty seconds, Blaine looked at him expectantly.
"So, you got that, yeah? Just like we did back then. And stop worrying, because you and I are going to KILL this thing!" He grinned and went to stand in the old Warbler formation, motioning for Kurt to do the same. The taller boy walked in a daze to his spot and turned back to see the audience… flooded with light? Each one held a plastic wick in their hands, with a flickering orangey light emitting from them. He recognised them and immediately Blaine's words came flooding back to him. He shot his boyfriend a narrow eyed 'I'll get you later' look before hearing his cue in the Warblers' melody and stepped forwards, opening his mouth, taking a deep breath, and starting singing.
"The power lines went out
And I am all alone,
But I don't really care, at all
Not answering my phone."
Blaine stepped forwards just as he had done all those years ago at Regionals.
"All the games you played,
The promises you made.
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains."
Blaine had swapped so he was standing on the other side of Kurt, and now Kurt walked backwards to where his boyfriend had been standing.
"Lost sight,
Couldn't see
When it was you and me."
They stood still and sung at each other, about three foot apart.
"Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight.
But I think I'll be alright."
They faced the audience and sung to them.
"One day,
You will wake up
With nothing but "you're sorrys""
Blaine turned, with love in his eyes, to gaze at the face he loved more than anything else in the world.
"And someday,
You will get back"
They kept their eyes locked on each other.
"Everything you gave me.
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light.
Blow the candles out (the candles out)
Looks like a solo tonight (solo tonight)
But I think I'll be alright."
As their last note faded away, the theatre erupted with cheers, applause, wolf whistles, chants (mainly of 'kiss, kiss, kiss') and still flickering candles being squashed between enthusiastic hands as clapping levels went past 120dB. Kurt winced at the volume, but turned to Blaine, whose face mirrored his own with sheer happiness. They hugged, tears streaming down their faces as the Warblers bowed behind them. They quickly pulled apart to join them; Blaine's bow was methodical and professional, Kurt's was more of an excited curtsy. Grins were smeared over both of their faces and the curtains fell, blocking the cheers from the audience, but amplifying the cheers of the boys. The couple were thumped on the back or hugged, depending who the boy was. Several mocked Blaine's choice for the final song, saying "a break up song? Seriously dude?" while others were too overcome with emotion to talk. They finally moved backstage, Kurt with a hysterical Tyler clinging onto him and Blaine with an arm fondly hung around his neck on the opposite side to the blond-haired boy.
"Blaine! That was amazing!" Kurt was still breathless from his time on the stage when they were standing in the dressing room after having said goodbye to all of the Warblers. "I- I can't believe you arranged this all for me! When I found out that the Warblers were performing, I- I had no idea. Just, wow!" Kurt let out a quiet scream of happiness.
"Glad you liked it," Blaine teased, snaking his arms around the taller man's waist. "So do I get a gift too?" His wide puppy dog eyes made Kurt's insides turn and his head go fuzzy. He leant in and felt Blaine's lips on his own, increasing and reducing pressure. He pulled away and grabbed one of Blaine's hands.
"Let's go home."
Well, I hope that was okay! The formatting nearly made me have a breakdown - why does everything change when you move it from Word to ? Seriously? Anyway, I shall expand on my OCs in the future. But now you've met Blaine's Warblers! YAY! For the full set list, see below.
'Raise Your Glass' - a night with the Warblers dedicated to the beautiful Kurt Hummel
*Teenage Dream (lead by Chris)
*Misery (solos by all)
*Silly Love Songs
*Perfect (duet with Henry and Daniel)
*Somewhere Only We Know (lead by Simon)
INTERVAL
*It's Not Unusual (surprise guest star)
*Baby It's Cold Outside (guest star as lead)
*Final song
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!
I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?
Thank you for reading and please review! If you've read to here, write "Hey, Soul Sister" in your review. It is my alltime favourite Warbler
song and I had to exercise so much restraint to not include it!