A/N: Um, okay. So on the FFN home page, the notice about the 'Great Purge' has been put up. This story will more than likely go. So, come follow me to Scarves and Coffee - JeffnaBoots - and they'll all be posted as separate chapters.. *Sigh* Hopefully, the story will stay, and they won't find the sexual content. But they might. The only good thing about going to Scarves and Coffee is the fact that I'll be able to separate everything. Kiddie!Klaine, Future!Klaine, etc. But whatever. We'll see what happens and I'll see you on the other side. If my account gets deleted (Dear god...), which it most likely won't, but IF, I'll create another account on here under the name 'JeffnaBoots' and you can message me and stuff if you can't get on to S&C. I've started to ramble now, I'm just worried...

Rating; G

Setting: Just before Figgins announces Prom Queen.

Kurt froze. Write ins.

His mind immediately flicked back to last year.

Secret Ballot write ins were the reason he got Prom Queen.

Fuck.

Why would they do it again? Why?

But…

What if…

Blaine.

His eyes widened. Blaine couldn't get Prom Queen. That was too much. Far too much. They couldn't.

How could they?

"Rachel Berry."

Kurt's breath escaped in a rush sigh of relief. His eyes flicked to where Blaine was watching anxiously, the same relief on his face.

Blaine honestly thought that it was going to be Kurt again. That he'd end up chasing Kurt down the halls, begging him to not be offended. Trying desperately to convince him that everything was okay.

The seconds between the drum-roll and the name being revealed was the worst moments of Blaine's life – he wanted nothing more than to run to Kurt's arms. But this was school, and that wasn't allowed.

So he stood there, his hands curled into fists, ready to unleash whatever Kurt needed to be able to get through with this night.

But he didn't need to, because suddenly a dumb-struck Rachel was climbing the stairs, and Kurt and Blaine locked eyes.

Kurt was numb through the rest of the ceremony, crowning Rachel when he was supposed to and reminding her to breathe when she started to look like she was going to pass out. As soon as he could, he rushed off the stage and into Blaine's arms.

"I thought they were going to name you Prom Queen." Kurt whispered in a rush, finally able to calm down. Blaine managed a half-smile.

"And I thought they were going to crown you again." He whispered. "God, I was so scared."

Kurt nodded. "I don't…I don't think I could've dealt if either of us had gotten it…"

"We would have, you know." Blaine whispered comfortingly, pulling Kurt into a free space to dance. "We coped last year, didn't we?"

Kurt grinned at him.

"Well...I do need a new tiara..."