AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Perfect" by Marianas Trench

Spotting an alcove after coming off the stage, I grab Kurt's hand and pull him into it. In the confined space his body is close to mine, which I don't mind at all. I'm not exactly sure what took me so long to admit it to myself, but having Kurt close to me is exactly what I want.

"You were wonderful out there," I tell him, beaming with pride, as I rest my hands on his hips.

Kurt's hands are resting on my chest, the perfect position to push me away if he wanted to, but there isn't any resistance coming from him.

"You chose the perfect song," Kurt replies.

I can feel myself blushing under his praise. "Given my inspiration, the song selection was simple," I tell him, leaning in to press my lips against his.

I felt the same electricity as I did when I kissed him for the first time a few days ago. One of Kurt's hands moves from my chest to my cheek. In this moment, all I want is to be everything that Kurt wants and needs me to be. I feel as though my world revolves around him and can't fathom why it took me so long to realize that.

"Ahem."

The sound causes us to break our kiss. Even as I look in that direction, I'm expecting to see an adult standing there, glaring at us with a disapproving look. Instead I find myself looking into the smirking faces of Wes and David.

Kurt and I had decided to keep our relationship quiet at school, not wanting any distractions before Regionals. It looked like our secret was out though.

"It's about time you two got a clue," Wes said.

"Yeah, we were debating locking the two of you in a closet hoping that would help things along. The flirting is cute but it's getting old," David chimed in.

"We were going to tell all you guys tonight," I told them. As Kurt had his face hidden against my chest I knew I he wasn't going to say anything.

"This way was more fun," David chimed in. "Especially seeing as Kurt's face is probably going to resemble a lobster when he looks up."

"Which is going to be soon, because we need to get into our seats for the New Directions' performance," Wes added, waving to us to come out of the alcove and follow him to the auditorium.

Coaxing Kurt to look up so we can go see his friends preform, David is not disappointed. Kurt's usual pale complexion is rosy with embarrassment.

"Come on. Let's go take our seats," I tell him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as we start walking toward the auditorium.