"Its finally prom night, Blaine Anderson!" Kurt sprang from the bathroom and jumped into Blaines arms, squealing with happiness, "We can dance in each others arms and kiss under the disco ball. Its so romantic. Remember when we went to homecoming together?"

Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurts waist and pulled him close, twirling him under his arm. When Kurt finished spinning, Blaine snuck a quick kiss. "You want to dance with me tonight? Any song is yours." Holding Kurt to his chest, Blaine sighed and rubbed his nose against Kurts, "You look amazing, sweetheart. Youre so beautiful."

"My dress matches your eyes," Kurt blushed and wrinkled handfuls of dress in his palms, admiring the dark honey shade and the ruffles flirting with his skin with every twitch of his legs. "It was an excellent choice... Im so glad I picked this one."

"Mm hm," Blaine kissed Kurt again, inhaling the sweet, addicting scent of his cherry perfume. "Everything about you... so perfect."

"Youve taken a liking to my perfume," Kurt giggled and pushed Blaines chest. "Its flattering how you cant take your eyes... or nose... off of me."

Blaine bit Kurts neck, and Kurt sighed and went weak in his arms. Suddenly, someone interrupted them by clearing his throat, "Expressing your inner Edward, Blaine?"

Rolling his eyes at his brother, Blaine groaned.

Coop came in and patted Kurts shoulder, "Youre much prettier than Bella."

"Thank you," Kurt smiled and flushed again, pleased with the compliments.

Coop waved a camera at them and held it up to his eye, "Come on, first prom night picture! Blaine, I want a smile. Dont glare at me."

Heaving a sigh of fake annoyance, Blaine pulled Kurt against him and hugged him tight. He smiled as Kurt looped his arms around his shoulders. Kurt worked the camera effortlessly, posing and popping his hips side to side. Blaine loved watching him.

"These look great," Coop said after hed taken a few shots.

Kurt scurried to Coops side to admire his pictures and he cooed happily, "Oh, these are perfect. Blaine, you look gorgeous."

Blaine tugged his bowtie, "Thank you."

Coop turned away from Kurt and checked the watch on his wrist, "You guys should get going. Its almost eight." Swinging his arm around Blaines shoulders, Coop fixed a hair that had jumped from his gel. "Have fun tonight, kiddo. You, too, Kurt." He pressed a kiss to Blaines forehead. "I love you both."

"Bye, Cooper!" Kurt chirped after him. He looked over his shoulder at Blaine and smiled, "Hes very nice. You are like him in that way."

"Im nice?"

"Mm hm." He tugged from Blaines arms and went to get his bird purse, zipping Pavarotti and Everett up. Their tiny heads popped out of the holes on either side. "Do I look okay, Blaine? No wrinkles in my dress? My eyeliner hasnt smeared, has it?"

"No... honey..." Blaine shook his head, "youre sexy. I... I want to give you something, though. I bought it when you were trying on dresses in the changing room..." Blaine rubbed his forehead and cleared his throat, "when I wasnt in there with you."

"I love your gifts!" Kurts eyes shimmered with delight, "Oh, what is it?"

Fishing through his back pocket, Blaine reached past his keys and their tickets to get in, and he closed his fingers around a small box. He thumbed it open and showed Kurt a golden rose with the tips of its petals dyed a dark red. "Come here."

Kurt did as he was told, touching the flower when he got near. Blaine took the flower from the box and weaved it into Kurts coif. "Youre stunning," he told Kurt, nudging him toward a mirror. "Do you like it, baby?"

Kurt pinched one of the petals, "I love it! Thank you so much. Youre the best fiancé ever." Tossing himself into Blaines arms, Kurt giggled happily.

Someone knocked on the door, distracting them from each other. Kurt poked his nose over Blaines shoulder, "Hello, Finn!"

Finn arched his brows, "Hey, Kurt. Nice dress." Clearing his throat, he focused on Blaine, "My mom wants to take pictures before we go but she lost her camera. It might take her a while to find it. Im going to finish my level... You guys can-"

"What level?" Kurt blinked.

"Um... for my video game." When Kurts confused expression didnt change, Finn snorted, "Youve never heard of a video game?"

Kurt tapped his chin, "No... but I do like games!"

Finns eyes snapped to Blaines emotionless face, "Uh... do you guys want to play? Its called Mario Kart, Kurt. Its... like a racing game."

"Oh, it sounds fun!" Kurt hopped and clapped his hands. "Come, Blaine!" He linked their fingers and pulled Blaine toward the door.

Blaine guided Kurt down the stairs so he didnt stumble, then he opened Finns door. The sour odor of spoiled milk caused his eyes to water. He covered both his nose and Kurts with his hands. "Finn, what is that?"

Finn walked by them as if he didnt notice it, "Probably my cereal from yesterday." He plopped onto one of the bean bags in front of the TV and gestured to the others.

Kurt knelt by the bean bag in the middle, looking at it as if he didnt know how to sit on it. Scooting onto it, Kurt squeaked when he sank in. Finn laughed at him, "Spread your legs. Its easier to keep your balance."

Awkwardly spreading his knees, Kurt arranged his skirts to hide his legs. "This is a very lumpy seat." Kurt lifted his butt then sat again, making a surprised sound when he sank again.

Blaine threw himself down on the bag beside of Kurts, reaching in front of his fiancé, who was still trying to figure out the bean bags, when Finn handed him a controller. Finn gave one to Kurt, "Okay... that right there is to shoot. You steer with this. And thats to make your car move."

Kurt tried the buttons out.

Finn flipped the TV on and he switched his game to three players. He picked Luigi for his character, then told Kurt to choose. "Bowser is one of the best. Hes strong and comes with great weapons. Hes a little slow but Blaine and I will go easy on you."

Kurt pointed at the screen, "I want the princess! Her dress is so sparkly!"

"But shes a weak character." Finn argued, "She doesnt win anything."

"Finn, its alright." Blaine hit a button on Kurts controller to select Princess Peach. After picking Mario for himself, Blaine searched through the settings, "Where do you want to race, baby? The princesss castle?"

"Yes!" Kurt tried to clap again, but cut himself off when the controller hit his palm. "Ouch!" Blaine brought Kurts hand to his face and kissed the red spot, and Kurt cooed and curled his fingers around Blaines, "You made it feel much better."

Blaine smiled on Kurts soft skin, then glanced at the screen when the castle popped up and a green light flashed. Finns character blasted off with a speed boost. Kurt clicked a button, flailing his fingers when the princess started backing up. "Finn! Why am I going the wrong way?"

"Huh?" Finn was too into his own character winning to bother.

Reaching for Kurts controller, Blaine pressed the correct button. "There, sweetheart. That one is to go forward."

"Oh!" Kurt pushed on it and squealed as his character rolled out of the starting point.

Blaine gave up on his character and watched Kurt, flicking his eyes between him and the princess on the screen. Kurt stuck his tongue out in concentration, his eyes huge and lips parted. When he ran into a wall, he panicked again, "Blaine!"

He couldnt help but be smug that Kurt wanted him instead of Finn now.

Half scrambling off his bean bag as if being closer to the TV would help him, Kurt frantically flipped switches and pressed buttons. Most of the time he was falling off the track or driving backwards, but Blaine thought it was adorable how hard he was trying.

After three laps, Kurts character zoomed across the finish line. He immediately dropped his controller and squeezed Blaines arm, "Did I win?"

Blaine glanced at Finn, who had finished about a minute before Kurt, and Finn nodded. Grinning, Blaine smoothed Kurts ruffled hair, "Yes."

"Yay!" Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines neck. "That was so much fun! Thank you for letting me play, Finn."

"No problem, little bro." Finn got to his feet and stretched, "Im going to check on my mom."

Blaine stood and bent to collect Kurt, then followed Finn into the living room. Finn went to the kitchen, and Blaine could hear him talking to someone. After a moment, Carole pushed through the door, "Good news! My camera was in my purse!" She looked Kurt and Blaine up and down, "Oh, Kurt, you are so beautiful! Burt, come look at him. Isnt he just breathtaking?"

Kurt smiled and spun in a circle, "The flower is from Blaine. Isnt it pretty?"

Burt struggled from his chair and clapped Blaine on the shoulder as he passed them, "You look handsome, Blaine. Kurt... you always look good."

"Finn, I want a picture with you, Kurt, and Blaine. Get over here." Carole lifted her camera and snapped a few of the three of them. "Finn, put your arm around Kurt. I want you and your brother in one, and then Ill get you and Blaine. I want a couple of Blaine and Kurt, too."

Kurt put his hands on his brothers shoulders and smiled at the camera. Halfway through the photo shoot his gaze wandered to Blaines face. Wrinkling his nose, Kurt held his hand out for Blaine, and Blaine returned to Kurt. He wrapped his arms around him from behind, squeezing him to his chest.

Finn and Blaine put their arms around each other for the last few pictures, and Kurt watched them from his place beside Carole. Giving Blaine pretty smiles and poses he could try, Kurt laughed when Blaine put his hands on his face and jutted his hips to the side.

"Blaine, you look silly!" Kurt squeaked, patting his fingertips because his palm was still too tender to clap.

Blaine threw his head back with a noisy laugh, startling everyone-except Kurt-in the room. Carole put her camera down, "Blaine, I dont think Ive ever heard you laugh like that before."

"I dont think Ive heard him laugh." Burt grumbled, crossing his arms.

Blaine shut his mouth and pursed his lips. Finn rubbed his back, "Dude... calm down. Youre not going to be punished for laughing. I like your laugh."

Rubbing a sore spot onto his cheek with his knuckles, Blaine shrank away from the rest of them. Carole clicked her tongue and shook her head, "Honestly, Blaine, you act like youll be beaten if youre happy. Honey, whatever it is thats scaring you... its gone now. Youre safe here. You can smile and laugh all you want."

Blaine stared at Kurt for his comfort, and Kurt quickly turned to Carole. "Blaine is loved here." It was obvious that he said it as a statement, but there was a hint of a question in it to make Carole say yes or no.

"Absolutely, sweetheart." Carole patted Kurts hand. "Blaine is as loved as you are."

Kurt smiled and returned his attention to Blaine, "Youre okay."

That was all the encouragement Blaine needed, and he let the tiniest of smiles fidget onto his lips.

"Blaine! What are you doing?" Karofsky paced up to him and stopped right by his hip, putting one of his massive hands on his shoulder. "Why are you staring at Finn Hudson?"

"I wasnt staring." Blaine argued, crossing his arms. "I want to ask him to spend the night at my house... I just dont know how. Its been a while since..." He stopped talking and cleared his throat.

Karofskys lip curled, "Why would you want to hang out with him? He obviously doesnt like you. Just let him go. You have me now."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "He hasnt told me he doesnt like me."

"Would I lie to you, Blaine?" Karofskys grip tightened. "Im telling you... dont bother with him. Why are you still trying? You look pathetic. Youre not desperate because you have me."

Furrowing his brows, Blaine stepped away from Karofsky, keeping his distance, "He was my best friend. He made me happy. Why are you acting so jealous?"

Karofsky hit the side of Blaines head, "Shut up, Blaine. Im warning you, if you get involved with him hell only hurt you. I wont hurt you. Ill make you happy."

Blaine yanked his bowtie and followed Kurt and Finn inside, his wide eyes flicking from the people dancing to the food bar to the disco ball. Bright lights highlighted the dark room, flashing from pink to blue to green. Overwhelmed by the chaos, Blaine grabbed Kurts wrist and hid behind him.

Kurt wiggled his butt, "Oh, this is so exciting! I love this song!"

Finn wrapped his arm around Kurts shoulders, nodding at someone across the room. Puck pushed his way through a group of people and threw his arms apart, "Isnt this awesome? I already spiked the punch. Now we just watch and wait for someone to get totally wasted."

Slugging Pucks arm, Finn laughed, "Youre ridiculous."

"Neither of us have dates. We have to amuse ourselves with something, otherwise this prom would totally suck." Puck rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, then pinched Kurts cheek, "Ill just have to dance with this cutie when I get bored with the punch."

Kurt smiled, "I want to dance! But I promised Blaine the slow songs."

Puck stole Kurt away from Blaine, "Then I get this song. Well see you dateless losers later." Spinning Kurt under his arm, Puck bounced away with him.

Finn narrowed his eyes at the spot where Kurt once stood, "Kurt knows what spiking the punch means, doesnt he? He wont let Puck get him drunk?"

Blaine was quiet. He didnt know if Kurt knew what that meant. Sighing, Finn shook his head, "If he gets my little brother drunk Im killing him." When Blaine didnt respond to that, Finn put his hand on his back and rubbed, "Are you okay? I was kidding... he wont get Kurt drunk... He might be impulsive and an idiot, but hes not stupid."

"Its not that." Blaine backed into a wall, still eyeing the wildly dancing kids, "Its that... Im not much of a partier. And... last time..."

"You mean homecoming?" Finn leaned against the wall with Blaine, "Blaine, that was months ago. Sure, this school still has assholes... but things are different. People have lost interest in you... sorry, that sounded mean. But you get what Im trying to say."

Blaine crossed his arms, "You didnt go through it. I was scared, Finn. Im still scared. I cant forget that... not like Kurt did."

"Thats because youre forcing yourself not to forget." Finn muttered. "And I went through something like that... not as badly. But when I joined the glee club all I got was shit from the guys. It sucked but I got over it and they lost interest in me, too." Blaines jaw hardened but he didnt reply, so Finn brushed their shoulders, "Ive got your back this time. So does Puck. We wont let anything happen to you. Try to have a good time... or fake it for Kurt."

Blaine finally looked at Finn. His face was emotionless and Finn couldnt tell what he was thinking, but at least he seemed to be considering it. Without a word, he peeled himself off the wall. "My throat is dry... Im going to get a drink."

Putting a hand on his hip, Blaine left Finn and wandered in the direction of the food bar. He looked over his shoulder when he heard Kurt squealing, and he spotted Puck trying to moonwalk. Kurt laughed at him and clapped his hands.

He started to walk over there to take Kurt back, but before he could take a step he felt someone pat his shoulder. Flinching, Blaine looked over his shoulder and arched his brows at the sight of Santana. "What are you doing here?"

Santana put a hand on her hip, "Partying so I dont have to worry about my pregnant girlfriend or the psychopath who knocked her up." She shrugged nonchalantly, then glanced in the direction of Kurt and Puck, "This is the most normal Ive felt in a long time, Blaine. Dont ruin it."

"Fine," Blaine furrowed his brows. "I wasnt going to stop you. What do you want?"

The sneer on her face faltered for a brief moment, "I... miss you, Blaine. Thats why I came here... to apologize..." she struggled with that, then mumbled, "for slapping you... and yelling at you. And for talking to the police. I should have asked you before doing something like that."

He shook his head, "You should have... but I cant blame you. Were both worried and neither of us knows what to do... how to stop him." He noticed they were getting a few glances, so he quieted and switched the subject, "Where is Brittany?"

"Shes at the hospital again." Santana batted him off when he looked concerned. "Shes fine... theyre just running another test. She had contractions this morning... they werent close and shes not that dilated, but its a month early. Im worried." She didnt let him respond to that. "How is your nephew?"

"Hes fine." Blaine checked on Kurt again, but he and Puck were gone. "Hes due any day now. The doctors say hes very healthy."

"Whos very healthy?" chirped a high pitched voice, and Blaine glimpsed over his shoulder at Kurt. "Hi, Santana! Your dress is very pretty."

Santana touched her sleek, black dress, "Thanks. You look good, too." She focused on Blaine again, "I have to go."

Puck frowned, "But the party just started." His eyes slightly widened. "You dont want to see them crown prom king and queen?"

Santana wearily smiled and shook her head, "I have to get back to Brittany. I hate being away from her." She wrapped an arm around Kurt, "Have fun."

Blaine stood still when she moved against him, laying her head on his shoulder. Not saying a word to him, Santana peeled off his chest and turned away. She disappeared into the crowd. Puck went to Kurts side and slung an arm around his shoulders again, "Man, she always seems so down. Bitchy Santana was better than this one."

"I would be sad if I was in her place." Kurt whispered, then looked at Blaine and reached for his hand.

Blaine weakly smiled and squeezed Kurts palm, "I love you, sweetheart."

They were interrupted by the screeching of a microphone. Kurt frowned and covered his ears, glancing up at the stage. One of the students on student council tapped the microphone, clearing his throat, "Five minutes until prom king and queen are announced. Make sure to get your votes in."

Blaines face turned white and he took a step away from the stage. Puck immediately caught him and pulled him back into their group, "Oh no, you dont. Blaine, its alright. We all know whos getting king and queen. Quinn and whoever her new boyfriend is."

"You and Quinn left each other?" Kurt asked quietly, his brows furrowing.

Puck shrugged, "Were on and off. Shell come back when she gets bored with her new fling."

Kurt looked absolutely shocked. "But dont you love her? You must get so jealous of the other men."

That dragged a smile to Pucks lips, and he messed Kurts hair, "Thats sweet, cutie, but not all relationships work like yours and Blaines." He looked past Kurt, "Finn, I think theyve counted the ballots."

Finn nodded and grabbed Blaines shoulder.

Principal Figgins walked up the stairs and grabbed the microphone, "Quiet down, students." Tearing open the ballot card, Figgins raised his eyebrows at the results, "Can I see Mr. Hummel on the stage?"

Everyone looked at Kurt. Finn patted his brother on the back and smiled, "Go get them, little bro."

"I won?" Kurt squeaked, wrinkling his dress in his fists again. "Oh, Im so happy!" Before going to the stage, he spun around and threw himself into Blaines arms. "Blaine, isnt this amazing?"

Blaines fingers were curling and uncurling, but he kissed Kurt anyway. "Im proud of you."

Kurt ran off to accept his crown, but Blaine stayed behind with Finn and Puck. Blaines eyes flicked from person to person, looking for the hidden Slushies. Before he could find any, Puck whacked his shoulder, "Blaine, get on stage."

Blaine barely distracted himself from his search, "What?"

Finn shoved him toward the stage, "Go. Figgins said your name."

Startled, Blaine froze when he realized that almost everyone in the room was staring at him. "What?" His eyes darted to the stage and he spotted Kurt standing beside of Figgins, who was also watching him.

"Mr. Anderson." Figgins said one more time, tapping the microphone as if that would somehow speed up his walk to the stage. "Come accept your crown."

Blaine returned his attention to the crowd around him, then to Finn and Puck. "No." was all he said, and he tried to break from Finns grip. "No!"

Puck grabbed him from his front so he was smashed between them, "Blaine! Blaine, dont panic! Its alright!"

Shoving Puck hard enough to push him away, Blaine shouted, "Let go, Finn!"

"No!" Finn tightened his grip. "Blaine, stop!"

"Theyre mocking me!" Blaine punched Finns stomach, but he wouldnt loosen his arms, "Im prom queen because Im gay? Get Kurt off the stage! Theyll hurt him!"

"Youre not prom queen!" Finn almost shouted, shaking Blaine until he slumped over. "Blaine, its okay. You dont have to be afraid. I did this. Puck did it. It was Santanas idea, but we thought you deserved it. We got a bunch of people to vote for you and Kurt as prom kings." When Blaine didnt respond to that, Finn started to unwrap his arms, "If I let you go, you wont freak out again?"

Blaine didnt answer that, either. Finn dropped his hands and let Blaine catch his breath, then he rubbed his back, "I promise you... I wont let them do anything bad to you."

Blaine narrowed his eyes at the stage, his jaw hardening. Kurt still stood beside of Figgins, but his eyes were wider and wet with tears. Finn kept on Blaines heels as he moved toward the stage, shoulders stiff and back straight.

When they got to the stairs, Finn stopped and pushed Blaine onto the first one. Kurt left his spot to help Blaine, holding his hands out for him. He smiled encouragingly, "Its not so bad up here, Blaine."

Blaine hesitantly wrapped his hands around Kurts. He swallowed several times and followed Kurt to the middle of the stage. Stopping beside of him, Blaine slid his fingers through Kurts and gaped at the people below him. He felt so exposed and wanted to hide. They must have realized he remembered what theyd put him through months ago because everyone was absolutely silent, waiting for him to pass out or run off the stage. Or maybe they were plotting something.

Blaine twitched to dart off the stage, but Kurt held onto him tightly. "Youre okay." He smiled up at Blaine, snuggling into his side.

Figgins held two crowns out for them, "This years Prom King and King... Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel."

The crowd hesitantly applauded them, one corner louder than the next, then everyone caught on. Someone whistled at them. Blaine thought it was Finn. Kurt picked the silver tiara, happily turning it this way and that and admiring the sparkling jewels. Blaine took the golden crown and clenched it in his fist.

Blaine jumped when the speakers screeched and the music started up again. The kids nearest the giant boxes groaned and moved away from them, causing Blaine to stumble backwards and push Kurt behind him. "Blaine," Kurt wrapped his arms around him, "its okay. Dont be afraid. Im here."

"I dont want you to be." Blaines voice quivered. "Theyll hurt us."

Kurt hummed and pressed a kiss to Blaines back, "Blaine, look. People are smiling at you. Take my hand." Squeezing Blaines fingers, Kurt took his crown and set it on his head. "My handsome king."

Giggling, Kurt started off the stage with Blaine on his heels. He waved at his onlookers, happily showing off under the attention. Kurt paused in the middle of the dance floor and turned to Blaine. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Blaine didnt answer, but he pulled Kurt to his chest. Kurt swished his hips, laying his hands on Blaines shoulders. "Hold me tighter."

Tightening his grip, Blaine shuffled his feet. He kept his eyes on the kids around him, but many of them werent paying attention anymore. "Blaine..." whispered a soft voice in his ear, and his eyes snapped back to Kurts face. Kurt bit his bottom lip, "Ill keep you safe."

Kurt pressed his forehead to Blaines and cupped his face in his hands. Closing his eyes, Blaine let his shoulders drop. He moved them in a circle, their toes brushing with every close step they took.

Sighing, Kurt lifted his head then snuggled under Blaines chin. He rested his cheek on Blaines chest, perfectly content. Peeking up at Blaines face, Kurt ran his hand over his chest, "Blaine."

Blaine looked at Kurts small face, his round eyes so gentle and compassionate. It made Blaine feel safe. Tearing his focus from the crowd, Blaine managed a smile at Kurt and he slipped his tiara from his hand. He put it on Kurts head and smoothed his hair, "Youre lovely." Kissing Kurts forehead, Blaine frowned on his soft skin, "Kurt? Im sorry... I havent been the perfect prom date. Ive been moody and I havent danced with you and... I couldnt even get up on stage because of..."

Shaking his head, Kurt hushed him. "You did get on stage, Blaine, and that was very brave of you." He tilted his head, "And Ive had fun." When Blaines brows furrowed, Kurt grinned enthusiastically, "Just being with you makes me so happy. And we have the rest of the night to dance. This is a pretty song... dance with me to this one."

Blaine tuned in to the song playing and he didnt recognize it, but he liked the soft music and sweet lyrics. "We could stay in this moment." He whispered when he caught on to the words, hugging Kurt.

Kurt smiled and wiggled his butt again, squeaking when Blaine dipped him until his nose was pointed at the disco ball spinning above them. Blaine put his face just centimeters from Kurts, their lashes tangling with every blink. "I want to be your last first kiss."

Kurt blushed and giggled. Blaine pressed their lips and suckled Kurts bottom lip, "I love you."

Laying his lashes on his cheeks, Kurt whimpered as Blaine nibbled his neck, "I love you, too."