Chapter 17

Kurt had taken his role as senior class president very seriously in the last month and the lead up to his final prom was no exception. He had sorted a committee of seniors who had discussed popular ideas and Kurt had championed the final idea religiously, resulting in a majority vote. It had been decided – senior prom would have a British royal family theme.

Santana rolled her eyes at the news, Rachel's eyes gleamed – already dreaming of ideas and songs – and Puck was thinking of ways to make it more exciting, namely how he could get alcohol onto the premises and in those punch bowls. Glee club were signed up to sing for the night and Kurt had started to design the perfect outfit – his homage to the late Alexander McQueen. Kurt had decided that Quinn and Santana, being the best bitches and mutually disrespectful to each other, would count the votes, both up for prom queen themselves. Blaine was excited at the thought of asking Kurt and as they sat together at lunch, legs and arms constantly touching, Blaine leaned over and whispered in Kurt's ear, warm and enticing.

"Would you go to prom with me?"

"Of course," Kurt whispered in return, smiling with a blush gracing his cheeks. He was planning a perfect night and this was all he had ever dreamed.

Dear Blaine,

I think sometimes that I have dreamt you – created you in my mind because I was so lonely. I remember seeing you walking along the corridor as you entered school for the first time – how you looked so apprehensive but hopeful at the same time. Your hopes were soon dashed as the slushy hit your face but I knew you were special when you walked in. For a split second, before your face scrunched up as the ice hit your eyes, I saw your beauty and knew you would save me in some way.

It seems only yesterday that I was moaning to my dad about never finding anyone, never being able to hold a boy's hand down the corridor, never having the chance to go to my prom with a guy. And here you are.

I am thankful everyday for you,

Love Kurt xx

Dear Kurt,

I don't think I could possibly write anything to better your letter. Just know that I am always thankful for you, every day I realise how you saved me.

I am really looking forward to prom. For some reason it has huge significance for me, perhaps because I too never dreamed I'd get to go with the man of my dreams. I feel like I have to make it extra special because Michael could never enjoy his and I know I'm very lucky.

Love Blaine xxx

Prom came round so quickly and Kurt so rushed with the song lists and all the admin, that he barely had any time before to see Blaine. Blaine felt himself bubble with excitement as he knocked on Kurt's front door; the thoughts of all the plans he had made to make this a night to remember whirring through his mind. Burt opened the door and ushered Blaine in, saying he looked pretty dapper and calling for Kurt.

Kurt's outfit was a surprise so as Kurt descended the stairs in his kilt and bowtie, Blaine's mouth dropped open. Once at the bottom of the stairs, Kurt twirled for a stunned Blaine as Burt ran to get his camera.

"I got us matching boutonnieres," Blaine said as he gave Kurt the small flower.

"You look amazing," Blaine finally said, nearly gasping and Kurt smiled at the praise.

"Thanks, you look pretty good too," and Blaine twirled.

"Come on you two," Burt said as he started moving them to get into place. They stood side by side, linked arms and grinned widely.

As they arrived at the prom, they entered quietly, Kurt already on the lookout for any disruption and hoping it all went smoothly. The songs chosen were by famous queens such as Elton John to make the party start in style. Queen classics were sung, including Blaine's rendition of 'Don't Stop Me Now' which of course was fabulous. Kurt made a mental note to get Blaine to wear leather more often. Rachel sang a slower version of 'Can't Fight the Moonlight' half way through the night and Blaine and Kurt slow danced, glancing at the sky that had been littered with lights. Kurt's hand wove its way around Blaine's side and touched his back, so slowly that Kurt felt a tingle of intimacy around them. Their cheeks were barely touching but Kurt was so close he could hear Blaine's gentle breath. He had never felt so close to someone as he did Blaine. Blaine's hand was touching ever so slightly on Kurt's arm as Rachel started a new song: 'I'm Kissing You'. At hearing the open chords on the piano, Kurt parted from Blaine slightly to catch his eye and he beamed.

"I love this song," he mouthed and Blaine smiled, feeling pleased that he had requested Rachel sing this. He snuck closer to Kurt, so close he could feel his heartbeat against his chest, or was that Blaine's? Either way, Blaine closed his eyes and felt complete.

There was no one else as they danced, imperceptibly moving in slow circles, holding on and cherishing each other. Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek ever so gently that Kurt thought he might melt and he realised that of all the times he worried, all the times he planned and thought of the future – Blaine was there and their time together was drawing to a close. Kurt would be gone soon, Blaine would remain and the fear of losing him, made him cling closer. He never wanted to say goodbye.

As the evening drew to a close, the only item left was the announcement of the prom king and queen. Santana and Quinn had been counting votes for the longest time and Kurt started to get anxious. Was it going to plan? Would everything be under control? Unbeknownst to him they had found themselves in a dilemma. Kurt had got the most votes for prom queen, without of course being in the running and the thought of embarrassing Kurt to such an extent wasn't a nice one to Santana and Quinn. On the other hand, many had voted for Blaine as prom king, despite him being a junior and not technically allowed to win. They made their decision and took the final vote to Figgins.

Figgins stood at the front and on reading the announcement he looked perplexed before reading it out loud.

"It seems we have prom anarchy here tonight," Figgins sounded annoyed, "We have a junior as our prom king and technically not allowed the crown – Blaine Anderson."

Blaine was stunned. He wasn't even really paying attention until he heard his name mentioned and he turned to Kurt who looked equally confused. Suddenly, Blaine wondered what was going on, surely not that many people had voted for him, which became clear as boos sounded behind him. He walked unsteadily to the stage and collected his crown. He stood shyly at the front, awaiting his awkward queen – surely the gossip had got round that he was gay, this was ridiculous.

"Oh this is extremely silly," Figgins said as he read the next card and he looked to Quinn and Santana, thinking they were surely to blame. "This year's prom queen is: Kurt Hummel."

There really was stunned silence this time. Some had voted for Kurt out of humour, others determined to foil Kurt's plan for a successful prom, and some just wanted people to mock Kurt further – the joke was clearly on them. Not many had voted for Blaine, this wasn't supposed to be a demonstration of love, a stand together. There was a long wait until Kurt swallowed, holding back embarrassed tears. As they stood side by side, now both adorned with their crowns and looking fabulous, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, demonstrating a confidence he didn't feel and he beamed. He raised their hands high in the air and that was the cue the rest of glee club needed. Cheers suddenly exploded in the hall and Kurt felt less mortified, more proud that a gay couple, however dishonestly had made prom king and queen.

They were to have the traditional dance and Kurt shyly walked to the dance floor holding Blaine's hand, never feeling more exposed and vulnerable. Santana sang 'Love you Like a Love Song' which surprisingly she started off slowly and Kurt felt himself relax as more glee couples came to the dance floor. Kurt left to pace the corridors of McKinley a while later and Blaine found him soon after.

"Where did you go?" Blaine asked.

"I couldn't wait for you to get punch; I couldn't stand there and be stared at on my own."

"What do you mean? You were great, we were great."

"Don't you see Blaine? They're still laughing at us."

"It's just a stupid prom," Blaine said sadly as tears could be heard in Kurt's voice.

"No its not, all that hate, they were just afraid to say it out loud, so they did it by secret ballot," Kurt said as tears started to slip down his face. Blaine came closer and wiped them away.

"No, it doesn't matter. Don't cry – they can't take this away from us. We're prom king and queen together – it doesn't matter what their intention was, we won." Blaine smiled, trying to impart some warmth to Kurt's cold face in his hands. They stood there together for what felt like ages, Kurt taking some solace from Blaine's hands and knew he had never been more loved. He found some steely determination from somewhere deep inside and decided to walk in confidently. He would show them the real Kurt Hummel – confident and fierce. He was not alone anymore. Kurt still had one song to sing and as he took Blaine's hand and was led back into the hall, he walked confidently onto the stage.

"This is the last song of the evening," he said into the microphone, "This song is for Blaine who's my parachute."

I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand
I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned
I won't tell anybody
Won't tell anybody
They want to push me down
They want to see you fall down

Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around
I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound
Won't tell anybody
Won't tell anybody
They want to see us fall
They want to see us fall down

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late night and
You are your own worst enemy
You'll never win the fight
Just hold on to me
I'll hold on to you
It's you and me up against the world
It's you and me

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

Kurt remembered. He had noticed Blaine at that party – seen the way he hid in the shadows and looked upon him with awe. Kurt didn't feel like he deserved that praise and adoration but as he looked over at Blaine in the middle of the hall below, he noticed the same look of love, the same longing for more. Blaine always spoke so highly of Kurt and Kurt could see how much he loved, how much he admired. For once Kurt would try to live as Blaine saw him, would try to be deserving of that admiration, so he continued the song confidently as Blaine proudly smiled on. Soon it was over and they walked to Blaine's car together.

The ride home was relatively quiet, Blaine touching Kurt's thigh gently as he drove and just the soft songs from West Side Story were coming from the car speakers. After a while in silence, Blaine started to sing along with 'One Hand, One Heart', only shyly, only quietly but Kurt started singing too and his voice complimented Blaine's deeper voice so well, Kurt could only beam. They soon approached Kurt's house and Blaine had already been given permission to stay over. Kurt, knowing Burt wouldn't wait up but would still be awake, sent him a quick text message to assure him he had arrived home safe and sound. Burt replied with a simple thanks and goodnight and Kurt closed the bedroom door behind them.

"Are you ok?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt took off his jacket and sat on the bed, sighing in relief that the night was over. He nodded.

They took off shoes and jackets and lay on the bed facing each other, their noses bumping together. Kurt loved feeling Blaine so close and he closed his eyes, determined to breathe him in, savour this wonderful moment together. He had a prom king in his arms, his own shining prince and he absent-mindedly stroked along his back, feeling the strong muscles move and ripple underneath his fingers. Blaine sighed.

"You're so beautiful Kurt," he whispered, taking in the breath-taking boy before his eyes. They removed their clothes shyly under the covers and all at once they were naked and there. Kurt heard Blaine's sharp intake of breath and he smiled.

"I want everything with you Blaine," he whispers in the space between, "You're everything."

"I so wanted this night to be special – your senior prom and I know it didn't go completely to plan," Blaine said sadly, "But you'll always be my prom king, no matter what people say or do behind our back. You're all man." Blaine felt some kind of boldness take over and he snuck his hand under the covers to stroke along Kurt's hard length, making him gasp. "I wanted to do that all night," Blaine said, still stroking but now nibbling on Kurt's neck, making him mewl in pleasure. "Your kilt Kurt…" he moaned, "It did amazing things to me seeing you there and knowing what was underneath." Kurt said nothing while he continued to stroke him, just started to come undone, under Blaine's caress and kisses. He sighed, moaned and Blaine couldn't get enough of Kurt, brought him closer by his lips and Kurt's hands travelled over his back and made patterns. His hand suddenly went lower, over the dip in his lower back, feeling the dimples there and Blaine keened in surprise as Kurt started to stroke him lower, enticingly slowly.

"Oh god Kurt - " he nearly screamed in pleasure and Kurt kept stroking him there as he himself was stroked closer to climax.

"I'm close Blaine… so close," and he scrunched his eyes to ward off the impending pleasure. Blaine watched the beautiful man come undone by his hand and felt him get closer as Kurt's moans were muffled by his mouth over Blaine's shoulder. He came hard but continued to lazily stroke Blaine, who moaned loudly. As soon as Kurt was spent, he immediately went to Blaine and lowered his mouth to suck along the prominent vein as his finger continued to circle him. Blaine felt like he was bombarded with sensory overload and he was embarrassingly close. Kurt had taken the next step and he had never been as turned on as he was now, knowing that he trusted Kurt completely and his pleasure was all in hand. Blaine came hard soon afterwards and Kurt lay back slightly, looking proudly at Blaine's blissed out face.

"God Kurt, that was amazing…"

Kurt kissed him lazily and started murmuring in his ear, which nearly had Blaine getting hard all over again.

"My beautiful prom king," Kurt whispered adoringly and Blaine smiled.