Little author notes about so much.

Ownership Disclaimer: Glee and Glee words? No, not mine, but what's mine is mine. If you've seen the ep, you'll know what's what. As for the song and music mentioned, I've heard it that many times, I've got no idea what it is and who sung it. But right now, it's me singing. And I sing really friggin' well.

Trigger issue: May be, may be not. I'm a sook and don't want Glee to finish, so yeah trigger issues hash tag.

Rating and Warning: M rated, 16 plus. MxM and a little ummina ummina. I'll say it again: You can't have Klaine, without Kurt having Blaine, and Blaine having Kurt. Sometimes Blaine has Kurt, and Kurt has some Blaine. And then …..

Ummm, this is a smidge racy for this 'book' of mine. Inspiration from reading quality QAF and other lovely KurtBastian stories. Oh baby!baby!

~ S5 ep 20, Hash tag, hash tag! ~

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Blaine sits at the black piano, lazily playing tunes with the keys. "What do I do,….. to make you love me?" How could Kurt not believe him? How could he question his motives and determination. "What have I got to doooo, to make you stay?"

He wanted Kurt in the performance, and had blurted out that he was. Trying to push June in to the idea was proving really difficult.

Tears fall down his cheeks and his fingers slip on the keys. "What do I do, to make you care?" The camera moves around and pans out and above, we look down on Blaine in all his gorgeousness.

His fingers move up and down the scales, mixing and blending sounds of perfection. The camera moves swiftly to behind Blaine and we see Kurt enter the room, from the right of screen.

Blaine continues, "What do I do when life gets harder?" Kurt pulls a chair closer, gold trimmed with matching cushions. Hands folded, he rests his chin on them and watches and listens intently.

"Cause I looooove you, …. yes I doooooo…" Looking in to Kurt's eyes, adoring, loving, speaking volumes of more than just these words. "And I, will beeeee, more than you neeeeed…" Blaine blinks and loses contact with Kurt, his thoughts go to their difficulties over the last year.

He needed him, he rang him, he wouldn't pick up. "And I ….. could be … any….thing," Opening his eyes, he regroups with Kurt's. "any… thing… that you want."

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Facebook brought them back together, after tearing them apart.

To Blaine, You have a message from Kurt:

Kurt: (I don't know why you've unfriended me?)

Blaine: (It's complicated. I can't and I don't want to explain. I'll block you if need be, but I need time. Just leave me be a while.)

They could both see the other was online, but he refused to contact him.

Kurt could see Blaine liking items from Mercedes, becoming friends with Sam.

Blaine could see Kurt arguing with Puckerman, poking fun and commenting about pokes.

Kurt would open Blaine's face book link, admiring the public interfacing. Feeling a fly on the wall and hoping his heart didn't get crushed when an admirer started posting more often, in the public domain.

Rachel commented about 'that guy' having a man crush on Blaine. Blaine fobbed it off. Brittany agreed, 'that guy' was oober cute and oober in to Blaine.

Brittany wrote on Blaine's wall: (You could so top 'that guy', smiley face, winky face.)

Kurt's heart skipped beats as 'that guy' and five others liked her comment.

Days went by and there were no comments mentioned on Blaine's site. Kurt stalked all the friends he knew Blaine and he shared. None of them would comment, on line.

Kurt texted Rachel, she didn't respond. He shut the lid on his lap top, removed the internet cord and checked his phone again. "No battery!" He said as the screen died.

Resting his head against the back of the sofa, he sighed as his eyes closed, with the smallest of tears moistening his lashes.

The traffic outside honked and hummed along, a dog barked and the train rattled alongside their apartment. Images of Blues Brothers came to mind.

His breathing steadied, and he felt Blaine's hands pull him up on to the stage for their first Warbler duet. Blaine started, "You think I'm pretty without any make up on..."

Kurt's turn, "I know you get me, when I tell the punch line wrong….." Together, "Won't you be my valentiiiine? …"

The song was well received by the audience. They didn't win, but when Sebastian received the treasured award for most outstanding performer, the Warblers felt as a group they did win.

The after performance party was enjoyable. Rachel danced with Jeff, a romance certainly blossoming there. Kurt winked his approval.

Blaine twirled him as they danced and he stumbled in to Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine Kurt. We're okay." Mr Schue was saying, ignoring the pain of Miss Pillsbury's face as she clutched her heavily pregnant belly.

Sitting at their respective tables, Kurt picks up the name place and puzzles his face. Instead of it saying Mr and Mr Klaine welcome your blessings in their union, it says Dearest Kurt, I'm really sorry and I love you. Please forgive me?

He turns it over and pulls at the green thread that leads from the name placing card and goes to under the table. Crouching down underneath, he feels like Alice in Wonderland.

Under the table makes him smaller and looking up above, the underside has morphed into a big ceiling of gum splotches and people holding shared loved hands. He hears Blaine call his name, from far in the distance.

As he reaches a hand out to Blaine, Sam and Mercedes play footsies and he finds he has to duck and weave them.

A dog barks at his heels, he jumps sideways, a cat meows as he stepped on it's tale. "Oh, I'm so sorry kitty kat."

"Kurt, come!" Blaine calls out, he looks up and sees Blaine beckoning to him, turning and walking out in to the sunlight and Garden of Eden.

He stops at the shadow's edge meeting with the sun. "Blaine, I can't come further than here." Looking around for a safe option, and seeing none.

He looks out to Blaine, who is a few trees away. Blaine starts to climb the tree, this panics Kurt, he's frightened of Blaine falling. "Blaine, I won't be able to catch you if you fall."

That stops Blaine and he sits on the best branch. Legs swinging, balancing precariously with hands on each side of his hips, for balance.

A bird whistles, and Blaine whistles back.

Blaine says out loud, but doesn't look to him. "That's okay Kurt. I know you meant well." He hops up on the strong arm of the tree, and walks, balancing one foot in front of the other, to the outer edge.

"Blaine, be careful!" Even though Kurt reaches forward to support him, there's too much distance and sunshine between them.

Blaine pulls the swimmers cap on to his head. He adjusts his 1920's style swim suit and prepares to dive in to the deep water. Hands held correctly so, feet together, he bounces, one, two, three, jumps up, pulling his legs up equal to his body and dives down in to the deep blue water.

His hands penetrate the water, his arms, shoulders, body, knees and feet follow. There is a little ripple and hardly a splash. Kurt gasps and puts his hands over his mouth.

Staring down, looking for where Blaine should be visible soon, he sees nothing but the reflection of Monet's garden at Giverny.

Hands grab his waist and he turns around quickly. "Blaine, where did you… how did you…?"

"Well, what did you think?" He came from behind, dry and dressed in his Warbler's uniform.

Kurt slaps his own face and finds the typical rehearsed words escape his mouth, "You were fantastic. You took my breath away, and not just now but always." A hand to Blaine's heart as he blushes and waves Kurt to stop.

They hold hands, Kurt bounces on his feet a moment. Blaine steps up and breaks the gap between them. Pulling Kurt closer by his hips, they collide in a manner most delightful. Kurt blushes and pulls Blaine to him, wrapping his hands around Blaine's neck.

They lean their heads to the other and rest. Lifting Kurt's chin with a finger, he cups his cheek and gently traces Kurt's lips with his thumb.

Staring intently into Blaine's eyes, Kurt's breath hitches and his lips purse to kiss that thumb.

Two significant members swell to capacity and Blaine's hand moves to the small of Kurt's back. "I want you…." Blaine says, and then stops.

Kurt moves his head and breaks the contact of his lips. "You want me? And?"

Blaine grabs Kurt's head and smashes their mouths together, in a fevered passion of "Now, I want you, I want this Now!"

Their hands intertwine and navigate over the other's body. Feeling and memorizing the muscles, shoulders, buttocks of the other.

Kurt freezes momentarily when Blaine full on grabs Kurt's swollen package, thrusting in to him. The room goes deafly quiet as Blaine slows down to absorbing Kurt's mouth and gently rhythmic pulses with his hand.

Kurt moans with delight, his mind falling back in to the soft cushioning behind his head.

The scent of lavender filling his nostrils and memory of picnics with Blaine in a sun drenched field.

"Kurt? Kurt?"

He opens his eyes, and is greeted by Elliott tapping his face and roughing his shoulder.

"Elliott, hi. I must have fallen asleep, what time is it?"

"It's time for your performance. Are you ready?"

"Wait, no. Tell them I'll need fifteen more minutes."

"You can't keep them waiting all night, you're already half an hour late." Elliott nods his head side to side, like a ticking clock. "The crowd are getting restless."

He sits up, adjusts his waist coat, "Elliott, I'm not ready. I have two things to do, and then I'll be out there. Okay?" Firm instructions, Elliott adjusts his ear phone, nods and leaves to let the stage manager know.

Kurt opens his lap top, goes online and connects with his Face book world.

To Blaine, You have a message from Kurt:

Kurt: (I love you, I miss you, I need you. winky face. When you see this, you'll think I've blocked you, but I haven't. When you need me, I'll be there. When you need and want me, just call and let me know. I'll come to you, when you want me to. In the meantime, I'll try to keep myself busy. I'll look like I'm in love or having fun. But everyday, my heart will be breaking until you forgive me and take me back. less than three equals a pink love heart )

His hand hovers over the keyboard, hovers over a certain button. Unlike some things, this step can be undone.

Kurt is hoping for the very best.

He clasps his hands, rubs them, kisses them. Then he lifts his right pointer up, and places it on to the keyboard, adding the necessary pressure required.

The screen blinks twice, and then goes black for a second. The circle of thought moves in the corner and the inevitable display comes on his screen.

You have disconnected your Face Book account. We'll be sad to see you go. When you want to come back, just follow the necessary prompts and we'll be here, waiting for you.

He sits back from his computer, shaking and emotionally rattled. Did he do the right thing? Is it too late to undo it? He reaches to interface once more, there's a knock on the door.

"Yes? Come in!" Annoyance of being interrupted, dripping from every word.

Elliott pops his head around the corner. "So are we going to live outside of this change room and make some people happy?"

Kurt stands, points to Elliott and then points to the computer. His pointer comes down and presses the off button.

"Goodbye!" Is heard from a happy computer voice, and the lap top powers down. The humm quiets to nothing. He turns to Elliott, takes in a deep breath and exhales.

"Let's go!"

~ and that's what you missed, on Glee! ~

Little Author notes, from a Kute Little Author:

Well, there you go darlings. My first completed collection and dedication for Season 5 of Glee. I'm sure you enjoyed my writings, I know you did, because there are so many reading and no negative crap left for me to tidy up.

I want to send a huge THANK YOU to the cast and crew of our fave show, esp Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Grant Gustin, Nolan Gerard Funk, Curt Mega, Dominic Barnes, Adam Lambert, Lea Michele, Dean Geyer, Amber Riley, Kevin McHale, Mark Salling, Jenna Ushkowitz, Jayma Mays, Cory Monteith, Harry Shum Jr, Jacob Artist, Melissa Benoist, Blake Jenner, Alex Newell, Becca Tobin, Dianna Agron, Mike O'Malley, Jane Lynch, Chord Overstreet, Heather Morris, Jessalyn Gilsig, Naya Rivera and my favourite hunny Principal Iqbal Theba. If you're from the show, and want your name mentioned, 'cause I forgots you, then pay me with a review or pm me. My head is full of so many names most of the time, and I'm really sorry if I forgots yours. I'll add you, easy to do, no probs. You've all done so marvellously well.

Of this collection, well, blah di blah it was fun and wonderful and inspired by so much. I have many fellow authors to thank and many little fannettes to thank too. My family, of sisters, brothers, children, cats, budgies {who just luv Adam Lambert so bloody much}, chickens, fleas, dish washers, and …. wait the dishes are done?

Thank you readers, 'net provider, who else, what else? In all honesty, the good Lord above and the Devil in disguises. My teachers who taught badly and those that taught well.

Clasps little hands together, twisting like a five year old, twiddling with edge of skirt. Looks at the camera, blows a kiss and waves. XxOo

"Okay, I love you, bye bye!"

If you've enjoyed this amount of funnn, you might enjoy any of my other interesting pieces of work. I have a resurgence for Converting Kurt Hummel, Safety Dance, Arachnophobia, SebKlaine by jobelle516, Blaine pov for A Change In The Weather, Reclaiming Rainbows.

Always, I write with the hope of mutual respect to the actors and actresses, that they would be happy for their portrayed characters to be perceived as I write them. Also, I write that they would be happy enough to act in the character's role.