"You are the best thing thats ever been mine," Kurt hummed through the notes, watching his reflection in the mirror. "You made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter." Smoothing the front of his leotard, Kurt sighed and wiggled his feet into his glass slippers, "Ill never leave you alone..."

Eyes on his flushed face, Kurt startled at a round of quiet applause behind him, and he spun around to find Blaine poised against a wall, a pretty bouquet of flowers in hand, the perfect image of casual as he crossed one leg behind the other, arms over his chest. Smiling at the acknowledgement, Blaine shook his head and whispered, "Dont stop. Your voice is beautiful."

Kurt brightened to a cherry shade, and he stepped toward Blaine, "You are the best thing thats ever been mine."

Blaine blinked and swallowed thickly, "Youre gorgeous, Kurt. Look at you."

Kurt boldly spun to give him a full view of his body, and Blaine purred. Arrayed in a glittery, white leotard with drop sleeves, a dip in the back and silver strings of fabric dangling over his thighs and butt instead of a skirt, and a pair of clear tights, Kurt was the loveliest thing Blaine had ever seen.

Turning back around to face Blaine, Kurt sighed with satisfaction and took his hand, "Would you like to sit down? I have a vanity just over there."

"I only have a few minutes," Blaine shook his head, "Besides... I dont think itd be best for you to sit in my lap right now." Checking to see if they had any onlookers, Blaine smirked, "Ive been really turned on since I first got a look at you, and your perky, little butt rubbing on me would be the end of me."

Kurt put his hands on his hips, "Im glad you approve so much. Since you cant perform tonight, I wanted this to be all about you... so you could enjoy it more."

Blaine shook his head, "Baby, I love anything you do, you know that."

"Well... yes." Kurt nodded, "But you do have a few favorite things. I know you love disco, so I have a few of those up my sleeve, but I also chose Taylor Swift for myself... because I love that song. Its very close to me."

Backing up against the wall, Blaine looked directly at Kurt, "Sing me another lyric."

Kurt smiled, and he shuffled himself closer to Blaine, holding out his hands, "You are the best thing thats ever been mine."

Wrapping his fingers around Kurts small palms, Blaine tugged him forward and planted his lips on his. His mouth opened as he wound his arms around Kurt, the petals on his bouquet tickling the back of Kurts thigh, and he mumbled on his lips, "He is the best thing thats ever been mine."

Kurt helplessly giggled at Blaines affections, his cheeks rosy as Blaines warm breath fanned onto them. Blaine kissed every inch of skin he could see on Kurt, his ears, his eyelids, his cheekbones, his chin, and only hesitated when Kurt murmured, "I have to go. Ill look for you in the audience. Know that Ive dedicated every song to you, and I mean every word. Kiss me again for good luck."

"You dont need it," Blaine hummed, finding his mouth and sucking his bottom lip, anyway, "but I love kissing you. You taste sweet."

Kurt laughed, "Thats my lip blush you just ruined, silly man. Blaine, Blaine, the lights flashed. I have to be on stage in two minutes. You must let me go."

Blaine took Kurts face in his hands, and he looked him directly in the eye, "I love you, beautiful thing."

All amusement on Kurts tiny face was overwhelmed by a need to stay close to Blaine, and he nuzzled under Blaines chin, "I love you, too."

Slipping his hand from Kurts back, Blaine took one of his hands that were around his neck, and he opened the loose fist. He placed the bouquet in his palm, then curled the hand back up. "These are yours. Theyre not as beautiful as you, but every pretty performer deserves to get a bouquet of flowers. I gave you a rose at Sectionals. You remember?"

Kurt nodded against Blaines chest, "How could I ever forget such a wonderful gift? I still have it. Its wilted and has only a few petals left, but thats one of the first gifts youve ever given me, and it was one of the first things that proved you loved me so much."

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered into Kurts hair, his eyes swelling with tears at Kurts sweet words. At the time hed thought the rose had just been something that would get stuck in a vase and when it eventually dried out tossed in the trash, but knowing that Kurt had kept it all these months caused a lump in his throat. "You are the best thing thats ever been mine."

Behind the curtains, Kurt pranced to the middle of the stage and froze. He took one deep breath and assumed position, straightening his back and humming to himself to warm up his vocals. Kurt, both anxious and excited, twisted his lips into a beautiful smile and listened in to the announcer, "...for our final act of the night, lets give a warm welcome to the New Directions!"

He heard the audience erupt into applause, a few whistling, and it thrilled him to know that Blaine was somewhere among them. Still, Kurt knew where Blaines rightful place was-next to him-and he felt beside himself without Blaine near during a performance, but he was relieved hed come, anyway, to support him.

The curtains started slipping apart, slowly revealing, inch by inch, a packed audience of people. Recomposing himself, Kurt tossed his shoulders back and put a hand to his hip, trying not to blink when a bright flash from someones camera temporarily blinded him. Somewhere near the left side of the auditorium, someone else screamed how much he loved him.

While he waited for the music to kick on, Kurt distracted himself by focusing on the individuals in the audience, scanning the rows one by one. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine... He almost twitched when his eyes fell upon the familiar face in the front row, golden eyes gleaming up at him, so focused and alert. His smile broadened and he wiggled his fingers in the slightest of waves, and a smile curved Blaines lips, also.

"I love you," Blaine mouthed, seconds before the loud speakers jolted to life and Taylor Swifts guitar trilled out of them.

Heart pounding, Kurt briefly flicked his eyes from Blaines face to the rest of the audience to check their reactions, and he was gladdened that they seemed pleasantly surprised. He returned to Blaine and the loving words poured out of him, so naturally and perfectly, like love songs were his second nature.

Kurt suddenly wanted to leave the stage and go to Blaine, take his hands, and sing it only to him, let everyone else disappear, but he knew hed have plenty more love songs to sing to him. He hadnt even started on Katy Perrys repertoire.

Lifting his voice an octave when he reached the chorus, Kurt threw one hand in the air and swiveled around, his hips swaying to the beat of the music. He sashayed over to the piano-which he would play for his next number-and boosted himself onto the white lid, keeping his eyes on Blaine, who looked totally fascinated by that point.

Blaine unconsciously tapped his knuckles on his thigh, his ankle shaking and shoulders moving. Kurt, amused by his intrigued boyfriend, giggled as the song came to a close, his voice shrieking the last few notes.

After the hushed guitar faded to silence, the audience absolutely exploded, a mass of people jumping to their feet and clapping heartily. Flushed with embarrassment, Kurt bit his bottom lip and kept his eyes on Blaine, who managed to stop his seat grooving and got to his feet, his hands thudding together. A proud smile tugged his pink lips. Giggling at Blaines appreciation for the song, Kurt touched his fingers to his lips and blew him a kiss.

He hopped from the top of the piano and rushed around it, plopping onto the white stool perched in front of it. Resting his fingertips on the keys, Kurt pressed down and a melodic string of notes chirped at him. Kurt slid his fingers to another set of keys and pushed, and he crooned out a lyric. A slowed-down, piano version of If I Cant Have You drifted through the loud speakers, and soon enough he noticed people beginning to clap along.

His voice soared up two octaves, and by the second verse he was joined by the humming of the New Directions, who sauntered onto the stage in one group. "If I cant have you, I dont want nobody, baby..."

"Know that Ive dedicated every song to you, and I mean every word."

"I gave it all so easily to you, my love..."

"Im not a virgin anymore, Blaine."

"Dont know why Im surviving every lonely day..."

"...he hadnt been holding the pillow for the comfort-a substitute for Blaine, but the picture hed laid against it. It was one of Blaine..."

"When theres got to be no chance for me, my life would end..."

He repeated that last verse once, and suddenly Finn was there at his side, holding his hand out. Swooping into More Than a Woman, Kurt jumped from his seat and put one hand at Finns shoulder, the other raising to the height of his jaw. Finn took his waist and his lifted hand, and they circled into the middle of the floor. Both of them kept their distances, a foot of space between them, which was very unlike how when Kurt and Blaine had rehearsed it.

Swinging his hips, Kurt watched Finn whine into the chorus of the song, his own voice piping up to sing back-up. Kurt kept his steps very simple as Finn struggled not to squish his toes, hips shimmying to make up for the lack of footwork.

He gripped Finns shoulder tighter when Finn bent to scoop him up from under his thighs, and he lay back the moment he felt his butt brush the edge of the piano. Pulling his knees up, Kurt straightened one leg until his stick heel was pointed at the ceiling. His string skirt drooped and fanned around his thighs as he writhed his hips, a gorgeous display that had the audience on the edges of their seats.

Putting one hand to his hair and running his fingers through it, Kurt rolled onto his stomach and crossed his legs above him, his chin resting on the backs of his folded hands. He looked at the awestruck audience and searched for Blaines face. Blaine, as he was before, was almost sitting on the floor he was bent so far forward, his eyes huge and his mouth gaping. Kurt was pleased with the reaction.

Twisting onto his back once more, Kurt leapt off the piano and back into Finns arms for the closing note. He held nothing back in hopes that giving it his all would earn a win and Blaine a chance to experience Nationals, so he tossed his head and screamed the final note. As soon as he finished, his voice the last sound in that auditorium before everything became pen-drop silent, an outburst of clapping hands and a wave of people launching to their feet fanned the New Directions egos as most of the audience was very vocal in telling them how magnificent they were.

They all stood for a moment to accept the applause, and Kurt especially had no desire to leave the stage as Blaine all but ran on stage to kiss him for a job well done, his hands reddened from how hard and how many times he clapped. A grin broke out on both of their faces, and Kurt blew another kiss from the tips of his fingers and even winked, which seemed to provoke Blaine more.

Before their playful eye lash batting could continue, though, Finn wrapped an arm around Kurt and tugged him off the stage, where the rest of them started their whooping and fist pumping at what a great show it was.

Kurt was jostled around and embraced warmly by several people, and handed some kind of sparkling juice then patted on the back, which nearly spilled his drink, but Kurt wasnt in the mood for clinking glasses and holding hands with his friends as they shouted and hollered and chest bumped.

He was only interested in finding out if Blaine had Nationals, and then another kind of celebrating.

Blaine knocked on the panel to the New Directions door, and he entered without much of a welcome. A group of girls-Rachel, Mercedes and Tina-glanced up at his entrance, but none of them said anything. Artie, however, rolled past him when he walked about a foot in, and he waved casually, "Hey, Blaine. Want some juice? We have a bottle over there."

Before he had a chance to reply that he already had a Coke during the performance and wasnt thirsty at all, Finn approached him and clapped his back, "Hey, dude. Howd we do?"

"Um..." Blaine scrunched his brows, still busy scanning for Kurt, "good. You sounded... great during More Than a Woman."

Finn smiled, satisfied, "Thanks." He started to pull away, not wanting to push it in case Blaine still wasnt completely ready to forget their falling out. Kurt had told him to let Blaine do most of the work on his own, so he was going to take his hands off the situation and give Blaine the time he needed.

Blaine didnt seem bothered by Finn speaking to him, though, "Uh... Whe-?"

Sam, who was perched at one of the tables with Quinn and obviously listening in, nodded his head toward the other side of the room, "Over there."

Blaine took a step in that direction, "Okay. Thanks."

Clearing his throat, Blaine played with his collar and looked toward the back of the room, where the vanities were set up. At a lone one in the middle sat the one person hed been prowling after for the last ten minutes, and a small smile curved his lips as he realized that Kurt hadnt noticed him.

Nursing a purplish drink in a plastic cup quietly, Kurt combed his fingers through his hair and pinched his cheeks to color his pale face, which was shimmering with a thin layer of perspiration. He looked so beautiful that Blaine wanted to taste him.

Blaine crept toward his unknowing boyfriend on the fronts of his feet, almost guilty for his desire to startle him. Coming up on Kurt, who appeared to notice a flash of movement in the mirror at the last second, Blaine bent and covered his eyes with one hand. "Surprise."

Kurt jumped and pushed Blaines hand away, and he turned in his chair to wrap his arms around Blaines stomach, "Blaine! I thought you were still with the audience! What did you think of the show?"

Blaine smirked and knelt beside his chair, "You were flawless, honey. You have this one in the bag."

Blushing, Kurt took another sip of his drink and shook his head, "I fell a little flat on my A-sharp during If I Cant Have You, but thank you. I only hope it was enough for you to perform at Nationals. Itd be such a shame for Sectionals to be the end for you."

Blaine stole Kurts drink from his hand and downed the rest of it in one shot, "It was my mistakes that got me kicked out, baby. Dont think you went to all of that work so I could perform at Nationals. I adore that you do, but... what you just did was for you. You looked so happy out there. Take pride in the voice you have... Dont use it to cover my tracks."

"I guess I can be a little selfish and say that I enjoyed it for myself," Kurt sighed, tugging at his tights to smooth a wrinkle, "but I do want Nationals for us, Blaine. I would turn down performing with Barbra Streisand to have a duet with you because it feels so... right."

"Me over Barbra?" Blaine chuckled lowly, "Impressive, little love. I didnt think you had it in you to turn down Barbra. You must really love me."

Kurt opened his mouth to assure Blaine that he did, but Blaines buzzing phone interrupted them. Sitting back, Kurt watched Blaine fish in his pocket and pull out his phone, then smile at the screen, "Its Santana." He muttered, putting the phone away again. "Shes been texting me all through the performance. I was just telling her how perfect you were before I got in here and that were bringing home a trophy."

Grinning, Kurt leaned an elbow on the vanity and put his chin against his fist, "Youre too arrogant, not giving the other clubs a chance, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine leaned in for a kiss, "Youre everything to be arrogant about, my pretty, little angel."

About twenty minutes later, the New Directions were called back to the stage. So, Kurt walked hand in hand with Blaine, behind the rest of his friends, down a few hallways to reach the auditorium. Eventually, Sam propped open the stage door and the group of them filed in one at a time, spilling onto the stage and lining up. Kurt ended up in the front row, squished between Rachel and Blaine, the latter wrapping his arm around his waist.

There were a few clearing throats and camera flashes as the rest of the groups found their places. Kurt leaned against Blaine, who rubbed the small of his back and kissed the top of his head, as one of the judges strode onto the stage. He made his way up to the microphone and tapped it a couple of times, sending off shrill screams through the speakers. Many people winced and covered their ears, while Kurt hid in Blaines shirt, not just because of the sound but because he was shaking so badly he feared he might fall over if Blaine didnt hold him up. Not only was his group relying on me, but so was Blaines future-and his own.

Eventually, Kurt tuned into what the judge was saying, "...thanks for coming out to this years Regionals competition between Vocal Adrenaline, New Directions, and the Rosedale Mennonites. The winner will proceed onto Nationals. Good luck to everyone competing."

The judge split the card and Kurt clenched Blaines hand to his stomach, and it seemed everyone else waited with that same bated-breath reaction. No one wanted this quite as badly as Kurt, though. "Third place goes to... the Rosedale Mennonites."

Skimming over the rest of the card, the judge nodded and looked between both groups remaining. Blaine clenched his teeth, wishing the judge would just announce it already, both to ease his and Kurts-especially Kurts-nerves, and because if Kurt squeezed his hand any tighter, hed lose circulation. "It was very close-almost a tie. But we do have a winner, and that is... the New Directions! Congratulations!"

Kurt released his hand and spun toward him, and Blaine swiftly boosted Kurt up against his body. His legs and arms flew around Blaine, and their lips met in the middle. Their tongues danced, and the sweetness of the juice, the tartness of sweat and Kurts strawberry lip blush burst very flavorfully between their mouths, and Blaine only wanted to taste more.

When they arrived home, Blaine tossed Kurt onto their bed, and after stripping of his shirt, pants, and boxers, Blaine lunged on top of him and straddled him. Kurt giggled and reached for Blaine as the latter rolled them across the bed. Their mouths opened and their tongues wrapped around each other, soft sounds slipping from their throats. A hand brushed his groin and Blaine groaned, and two fingers pinched his nipple and Kurt whimpered.

Suddenly, though, a yawn slipped from Kurts lips and Blaine laughed against them, keeping his voice hushed, "Tired, little love? You must be exhausted after that performance. Go to sleep-we can celebrate later."

Kurt shook his head, still moving his lips on Blaines, "Youre more interesting than sleep, but if I do doze off, I give you permission to ravish me in my sleep. I wont mind. But if Im too tired to respond to your seductive hands and mouth, then its your own fault your manhood is getting wounded."

Blaine ducked down so Kurt could feel his gelled hair rubbing his collarbone, and he felt Blaine smile against his skin, "Im perfectly okay with that, my talented, little sweet."