It was the night of McKinley High School's spring fling. Kurt and Blaine had decided to skip out on the event at risk of a repeat of the prom debacle. They were snuggled up in Kurt's bed watching "Spiderman." "Are you okay? You're not even really watching the movie," Blaine said to Kurt. Kurt snapped back to attention.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking," Kurt said.
"Do you wish we had gone to the dance?" Blaine asked. Kurt took a moment to respond.
"Kind of. I mean, I'm sure it would be really tacky and we probably would be less than appreciated by most of the school, but the entire club is there," Kurt said. Blaine nodded.
"Come on. Get up," Blaine said, yanking Kurt to his feet and flipping off the television. He went to work at putting on a slow, romantic song on Kurt's iPod speakers.
"Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt asked. Blaine held out his hand.
"Let's dance," Blaine said with a smile. Kurt could only blush and then smile. He pulled Blaine close into his chest and Blaine's head fit perfectly in the nook of Kurt's shoulder. His arms found the small of Blaine's back. They swayed back and forth, in time with the music. They stayed like this for hours, through the songs changing numerous times from slow songs to fast songs and even to Lil Wayne, but they kept the slow, soothing tempo. "Is this better than the dance?" Blaine asked.
"So much better," Kurt said, his voice muffled by Blaine's loose curls that he couldn't bother to tame today. They stayed like this for a bit more, hypnotized by each other's breathing and the music and stillness around them.