Author's Notes: Chapter 44~Prom Queen: part 1~

It was funny; Kurt had always assumed he'd have to wait until his Broadway debut in his early to mid twenties before dealing with the media would be an issue. However, as Kurt had come to learn time and time again, the universe always had other plans, which caused Kurt to have to deal with a overly demanding reporter while he darted down the hallways, doing his best to ignore the camera crew and young man holding a mic chasing after him. It was no use, Kurt just couldn't get away fast enough from Jacob Ben Israel and his attempts to interview him about McKinley's upcoming junior prom. Despite his better judgement, Kurt let out a sigh in defeat, stopped dead in his tracks, and turned on his heels to face him. Kurt had his limits, he actually didn't want to talk about Prom at all, for a number of reasons, the first one being that he hadn't even brought the subject up with his boyfriend yet. Secondly because he could only begin to guess the wildly inappropriate and personal questions Jacob would want to ask

“Here it comes.” Kurt groaned to himself as Jacob and his cameraman caught up with him.

“The student body of William McKinley demands to know the facts!” Jacob shouted at Kurt.

Kurt rolled his eyes and fought the urge to punch the cameraman, proving it wasn't always easy to take the moral high rode. “Funny use of words, like anything you report is the truth!” Kurt exclaimed. His jaded words didn't discourage and Kurt soon found the mic shoved in front of his face. “I know I'll live to regret this, but what do you want to ask me exactly?” Kurt asked warily.

“If the rumour that you plan to wear a full gown to prom is true.” Jacob declared without any tact.

Kurt opened his mouth up, only to close it right away, not allowing himself to shout the many profanities that formed in his mind. No, getting angry over such a ridiculous idea would do nothing. Instead, Kurt took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at the camera, a superior look forming on his face and he held his head up high. “I don't know where you get your sources... Jacob, but you should look to rehire. I have several answers to that enquirer, all of which end in you regretting you ever asked me that. In fact, why don't you make better use of your time and go chase after Rachel or something because she loves the attention.” Kurt sassed. He turned his back to the news group, only to get second thoughts. “Just to set the record straight, no! I'm not wearing a gown.” Kurt seethed and then leaned forward, knocking the mic of Jacob's hand with one fluid movement.

The interview over, Kurt strolled off down the hall without another word. 'I guess this is good practice for the future, but still. I hope reporters won't ask me if I plan to wear a gown to the red carpet.' Kurt thought to himself with anger.

Kurt had intended to put the whole interview behind him but he made the mistake of telling Blaine about it when they met up later. Kurt casually slipped in the question he had been asked, the result was Blaine's usual smile to turn to shock and disgust.

“Wait, he did what? Of all the... where did this rumour even come from? I have half a mind to...” he began to fume.

Kurt smiled at Blaine, patting his shoulder to calm him down. “It's not worth the effort. Besides, I handled the situation flawlessly and I think Patti La Pone would be proud. I certainly don't want this to ruin prom for us...” Kurt began but at the mention of the word he suddenly fell silent. Kurt hadn't planned to bring up the topic so suddenly and while they were still on school grounds.

Blaine instantly noticed his hesitation and gazed at Kurt with affection, he already knew the reason Kurt had stopped mid sentence. “Kurt, I know you've been purposely avoiding anything about prom for my sake. It's not like I'm trying to ignore it's happening and that I don't want to go... it's just, you know. But then I start to feel guilty with my reluctance because of course I want to go to prom with you! It's not even a question, it's just sort of a sore spot with me. I don't want past memories to ruin it.” Blaine struggled to convey.

Kurt was torn between wanting to discuss the topic further and not wanting to make Blaine uncomfortable. At least the slip up had revealed Blaine did want to go with him and had been thinking long and hard about prom, just as Kurt was. “You have nothing to feel bad about, so stop. Let's drop the subject for now and resume during our date tonight. Where we'll do the usual and have a long honest talk about what we're feeling. As long as no matter where we are prom night, we're together, then the night won't be a loss as far as I'm concerned.” Kurt suggested.

Blaine felt himself become choked up with overwhelming emotion and it was all love, in fact he was tempted to simply hug Kurt and say they should go. If the whole ordeal with choosing to transfer or not had taught the couple anything, it was that admitting your own needs and wants was mandatory. So Blaine put a pause on the heartfelt discussion for now, but his heart eyes still remained. Blaine brought his face close to Kurt's ear. “No matter how famous you get Kurt, I'll always be your biggest fan.” he whispered.

Kurt let out a childish sounding giggle, feeling a little silly afterwards. “Likewise, now let's go get our glee on.” he announced, heading off to the choir room, with Blaine in tow. ____________________________________________________

Blaine and Kurt ended up sticking to their plan and when they found themselves sitting in a booth at Breadsticks, they continued their discussion. But it still took a bit of prodding to nudge the boys along to actually keep their word and neither felt all that eager to be the one to go first. With Kurt, he could tell Blaine was hesitant and considering his giving nature, that worried Kurt a bit. When it came to his own inner thoughts, Kurt knew the feeling. He wanted very much to attend prom with Blaine, to get to dance together and have a fun night. Kurt didn't want to give into any pressure and hide his feelings for Blaine, for the sake of ignorant people. Why didn't he and Blaine deserve the same luxuries heterosexual couples got without even fighting for? Despite all this, Kurt didn't want to force his boyfriend to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. If Blaine's answer was no, Kurt would be disappointed of course, but his feelings for Blaine wouldn't change or falter. His inner turmoil was doing him no good; in truth, Kurt knew what his first move should be. To make some key points very clear, only it was easier said than done.

The result of the young couple being together for almost a full year was that sometimes words weren't needed to come across what they were feeling. At the present Blaine had a very good hunch why his boyfriend was being so oddly quiet.

“Well... this is sort of weird huh? Us being so tight lipped, all for considerate reasons of course. But it won't get us anywhere, so just tell me what's making you look all dark and brooding.” Blaine coaxed.

Kurt pursed his lips at Blaine in amusement but he had a point, stalling would get them nowhere. “You've told me about your unpleasant history with school dances... and I'm sure you can guess that's why I've been so reluctant to ask you about prom. Because I know you've tried to act like it's not a big deal, but you did transfer schools, Blaine. If it's in any way a trigger for you... I cannot be the reason to make you relive any dark memories. What I want to know is, am I making this a bigger deal than I should? Because if we hold if off any longer... I won't get to plan our night, whatever it entails and you know me...” Kurt began to admit.

“You want to start figuring out your outfit.” Blaine finished.

“Yes, that's exactly it! This is a pure example of our amazing chemistry Blaine, and it's still going strong, after almost a year. But also if I didn't ask you much sooner there's the risk of you thinking I didn't want to go with you at all! So I really need you to tell me honestly what you want to do about prom, Blaine. Before I go crazy!” Kurt rambled.

“Kurt, you know I adore you, but you're rambling.” Blaine pointed out.

Kurt let out a sigh, “I thought you loved when I ramble...” he pouted.

“I do! I find it adorable! Just sometimes I worry you'll forget to breath when you really get going. Right now you're showing all the tell tail signs...” Blaine teased.

“If I promise to slow down, may I continue without you fussing over me?” Kurt asked with a playful smile.

“Yes please, I love the sound of your voice.” Blaine smiled.

Kurt had all the drive sitting right in front of him to tread onwards, knowing exactly how to start this time. “Give me your hand.” Kurt requested while reaching his arms across the table. Once Blaine complied and slipped his hand into Kurt's, he placed his other hand on top, beaming away. “What I think we need to remember is, this has always been a strong point. Sure we've had our shares of drama, fights even but in the end... we get past them by being honest with one another, where it counts the most. This is us, Blaine, and it's you, you're not just some guy I have a crush on, where I need to be courageous enough to as you to prom. I know it's not that simple but in a way I'm glad... the answer was there right in front of me, all the while. I'm going to forget about all of our emotional baggage and the best way to ask you. But before you even begin to think what you're answer will be, grant me one wish. Give me your honest answer, Blaine, don't shy away for my sake. If you have to say no I promise I won't be hurt. Your safety and well being is far more important to me than any silly old dance, even prom. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, if you can't go... well then we'll just forget about prom. We'll go to a movie instead, either way the night will still be just as magical. We’ll be together, after all.” Kurt declared.

By this point, Blaine was feeling a wide variety of emotions as Kurt spoke such wonderful and endearing words to him. The idea that Blaine was the more giving individual in their relationship was ridiculous to him, Kurt was the most morally compassionate person he knew. He couldn't begin to count the times Kurt had moved him and made Blaine so happy he was in his life. All these feelings of love were coming to boil and he couldn't hold it in any longer. “Kurt, just ask me to prom so I can say yes.” Blaine pleaded.

Taken aback, Kurt blinked in surprise, but he was still hesitant. He knew that Blaine often put his needs aside for the sake of others. “Are you absolutely sure? I know this is a hard issue for you... after what happened at the last dance you attended...” Kurt began.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, it was time to step out of his comfort zone. “It was hard to live through, I got beaten up pretty bad. But then, it's not a trigger for me, not in the real sense. I've moved past it and you know who helped me finally put it aside, or at least want to move past it? You did, without even trying. You inspire and move me everyday Kurt, you have no idea. You say I'm the selfless one, that's not right, we're both human, we both have faults. Now before I begin to start to sound like a cheesy after school special...” Blaine told Kurt.

“Oh good lord, please don't stop.” Kurt breathed.

“What you're forgetting is, the Sadie Hawkins dance wasn't the last one I went to. The Warbler's benefit was, and then there's Burt and Carole's wedding before that. That's two wondrous nights full of nothing but happy memories, all of you, of us and the good points in our lives. All of which has pushed that horrible night to the back of my mind. I won't say it's completely gone but I refuse to be the victim. Nor do I want it to miss out on our first prom.” Blaine explained.

Kurt heart eyes increased until he was smiling so much his jaw hurt, but he couldn't stop himself. He squeezed Blaine's hand back gently once he finished talking. “I'm crazy about you.” Kurt gushed.

Blaine tilted his head to the side, eyeing Kurt playfully as a cheeky grin spread over his face. “So I take it that's a yes?”

“Yes.” Kurt breathed, beaming at Blaine's sassy grin in response. “We're going to prom Blaine, as long as you're sure.”

Blaine knew Kurt already knew his answer, since it was easy to read in his eyes. But he relished the chance to tell Kurt how much he loved him, at a moments notice. “I've never been more sure, as sure as I love you.” Blaine answered. “Just knowing you were willing to give up prom for my sake, gives me all the courage I need. We've spent this whole year being brave and not running from hate. I want to keep that tradition alive. Besides, how could I miss the opportunity to see you in your prom finery. I already know it will blow me away.” Blaine announced. It was hard to avoid the obvious pun the word blow brought. “Speaking of which...” he began to joke.

Kurt laughed, trying to keep his voice down. “Oh you, don't worry we'll save that topic for when we're alone, just you wait. As for my prom ensemble, my mind is already whirling around with countless ideas. As well as other details our prom experience will entail...” Kurt began, he then leaned in as close as possible to Blaine's face. “Sexual ones included.” he whispered.

“Plans I hope you'll inform me about, don't leave me in the dark!” Blaine pleaded with a smirk.

“Heaven forbid! No, I won't go overboard. I promise, just let me iron some of the details out and I'll tell you right away. After all, you're too good of a helper not to call upon.” Kurt assured.

“Thank you, because prom is just before our one year anniversary. When it turns out to be a special night, I want to be one of the reasons why.” Blaine admitted.

“Blaine, you trust me right?”

Blaine knew Kurt wasn't being serious with the query, since trust was something they knew always had and never doubted. The result was Blaine could only gaze at Kurt like a lovesick fool, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss him. Instead he simply gave the natural answer, without a moment’s hesitation. “With my life.” he declared.
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The chance for the glee couple dubbed as 'Klaine' to cover the sexy subject matter they wanted to occur after prom ended up having a slight delay. When Kurt was stolen away by some of the girls in glee, to get his feedback on their prom dresses. Blaine decided not to join them this time, since it wasn't like he'd lose the will to live if he and Kurt were apart for even a second. While he enjoyed fashion, he wasn't on the same level as Kurt Hummel. Furthermore, Blaine didn't want to give Santana any chances to insult him about his love of hair gel, bow-ties or worse, something being a member of the bully-whips hadn't stopped from happening. Blaine chose to use his free time in trying to come up with a good song to sing at prom. The possibilities were endless and all he knew was he wanted the tempo to be upbeat and fun. Maybe even something that went with the whole dance theme. By the time a break came in the form of a call on his cell, Blaine had a number of choices to consider. “Hiya handsome, how's the fashion show going?” he asked.

“It just wrapped up and I'm please to say it went rather well. The girls final dress choices got my seal of approval, very stunning. Something interesting happened though.” Kurt answered.

“When doesn't something interesting happen? But what was it this time?” Blaine pressed.

“Astoundingly Santana's still very much driven to ensure her prom queen coronation and doing so by using every pawn, including us. When she heard we're going to prom together she suggested we both have full bully-whips protection on campus from now on.” Kurt continued.

“It's almost like she's concerned for our well being, but we know better than that. I'm not saying she's evil... considering things have gotten better at school. She's due some of the credit even if her reasons aren't entirely noble. What did you tell her?”

“I agreed to it, I hope you don't mind. Despite her snarky nature, it's like you said. Us not having to transfer was mainly due to her. I'm not saying I intend to vote for her as prom queen... but I figure going along with her hopes to pull votes is enough.” Kurt explained.

“I'm totally with you on this Kurt, I know it won't be a walk in a park but if it keeps us safer, why not.” Blaine agreed.

“That's my Blaine, I'm free to meet up with you now.”

“Great! I don't even care if it confirms we can barely stand to be apart for more than a few hours.” Blaine replied with too much excitement.

“Oh Blaine, it's far too late for that, everyone knows. I was hoping we could further discuss our plans for prom.” Kurt admitted.

“That's a splendid idea, I'll be right over... wait where are you? At home already?” Blaine asked.

“I'm heading over to your place right now, if you're still there?”

“Um no... I'm actually at the Lima Bean.” Blaine admitted softly.

Kurt made a mocking, overly dramatic gasp over the phone and Blaine knew Kurt probably had a hand to his head to pull off the whole effect. “Blaine Devon Anderson! You went to the Lima Bean without me? I don't know if I should be jealous or heartbroken!” Kurt acted.

Blaine rolled his eyes, a natural response even when Kurt couldn't see his face. “Very funny wise guy, just get over here. I'll have a drink waiting for you, how does that sound?” Blaine offered in temptation.

“You know me too well cutie, I'll see you soon.” Kurt gave in.

“Oh wait, better yet, keep going to my place and I'll meet you there. I'll just get your drink to go.” Blaine suggested.

“And what am I suppose to do while I await your arrival?” Kurt teased.

“Nice try, I know you have a stash of Vogue magazines in the glove compartment.” Blaine sassed. ________________________________________________________

By the time Blaine arrived at his house, he found Kurt waiting for him in his driveway, half sitting-leaning on the hood of his car, magazine in hand, skimming through the pages. Of course as soon as Blaine came into view he looked up and when their eyes met; fireworks, followed by toothy grins. Once parked Blaine stepped out of his car, holding out Kurt's drink like a piece offering. In their typical playful dynamic Kurt eyed him, looking all coy as he made his way over to his boyfriend's side. He gingerly took the cup from his hands, only to lean in and give Blaine a quick kiss on the lips in thanks.

“What service.” Kurt commented playfully.

Blaine smirked at Kurt, it really was hard not to be with Kurt at every waking moment. He kept smiling as Kurt offered his hand to Blaine and they headed to the front door. “I see we're not alone...” Blaine noted as he passed his mother's car. “…which is fine, since we're just planning to talk.” Blaine stated.

“No time for a little smooching at all?” Kurt pouted.

“I'm not crazy! Of course, we're pros at balancing time between talking and lip action. At least this time what we have to say is all positive, a nice change.” Blaine said.

“Good and for the record, I have no intention of us just talking after prom is over for the night.” Kurt declared with a cheeky grin.

Blaine paused for a moment and grinned at Kurt, “I'm liking this conversation.” Blaine muttered. Of course he knew that line of subject matter would have to wait they were safely inside and alone. As soon as they made it to Blaine's bedroom and were out of earshot, the topic quickly resumed.

Kurt leaned over Blaine, giving his come hitter look, which Blaine was happy to respond to. After a few enjoyed kisses, Kurt finally let one key detail of his prom planning be known to his boyfriend. “So Blaine... what would you say if I told you I was thinking of booking a hotel for prom night?” Kurt answered nonchalantly. Of course he was well aware Blaine had been the first to make the suggestion, but ignoring that fact was more fun.

Totally up for it, Blaine blinked in surprise, letting out a soft growl as grabbed onto Kurt, pulling him down on the bed and kissed him. “Well... truthfully the first thing that comes to mind is, heck yes! If it means we can have sex after prom. Then I feel a little... disappointed that I can't be mature enough to look past my teenage desires.” Blaine admitted sheepishly.

Kurt rolled his eyes, pausing to kiss Blaine. “Oh Blaine, you say the silliest things sometimes. Who says that's a bad thing? It's actually a complement that even after a year I still can get your motor going. Believe me the feeling is mutual and yes the hotel will make having sex more possible. But also I thought it would also be useful for getting ready before hand.” Kurt explained.

Blaine nodded, sitting back up so they could focus on talking. Because as much as he liked the idea of them getting the chance to continue celebrating after prom. In the best possible way, but there was a ditch in the road to that option. “I hate to be a downer to these plans but... no matter how awesome Burt is. I can't help but think he might not be happy with us if you didn't end up coming home that night. I know for one my folks will be far from amused. No matter how much they trust me, or us or like you... they're still parents and we're still teenagers.” Blaine pointed out.

Kurt let out a long sigh but he wasn't about to let that ruin his planning. “That fact did cross my mind, and I actually talked to my dad. About when he'd want me home by on prom night and I'm sure he knows we might want to get up to some... activities of the sexual kind. But well... it's an odd thing and a talk neither of us wanted to have. In the end he gave me a 2am curfew and I think that's rather fair. Proms over at midnight, so we'd have enough time for a bit of alone time at the hotel. The only downside is I won't get to wake up beside you the next morning all sated and naked. But what can you do, it's a trade off I can live with. Wouldn't you agree?”

Blaine usual heart-eyes were coming out in his looks of love at Kurt and like most time, he did nothing to stop. “I can't argue with that, nor do I want to. I'm sure I can convince my parents for the same curfew as well. We've never given our parents a reason not to trust us, so we can use that to our advantage finally. Just like you said, I'm sure our parents know what we'll get up to, but oh well.” Blaine declared.

“Good, because there is no way, Blaine, that I'm not getting laid after prom.” Kurt muttered with a smirk.

“With me right?” Blaine teased.

Kurt scrunched his face up and shoved Blaine lightly, who dramatically fell backwards on his bed. Kurt scooted over and reclined beside him. After a few minuets of gazing into each other’s eyes, with one aspect of the prom night planned they allowed a small detour.

Leading to Blaine and Kurt rolling on the bed, switching between kissing and giving each other a few love-bites here and there. It was a pastime both young men enjoyed just as much as talking, playful banter was one thing, but the physical side of their relationship was a different but equally enjoyed experience.

“I love your lips.” Blaine breathed.

Kurt smiled and moved his face from Blaine's neck and brought their mouths together, savouring a slow and soft kiss, with little pressure. Blaine touched the sides of Kurt's face, coming to cup the bottom of his jaw.

“We're been kissing for almost a whole year now, Blaine.” Kurt declared with joy.

“Must be why we're so good at it now, though for the record we were never bad either. That first kiss of ours, when you told me to shut and just kiss you... wow... it's a memory I hope to never forget. It's really true when they same time runs fast when you're having fun. It's been almost a year since that glorious day. Mind you I'm not so naive to know everything the last year hasn't always been a fun ride. I'd just like to think the good times outweigh the bad and no matter what, our lives were enriched by being together.” Blaine commented.

Kurt smiled, it was such a romantic thing to say that it was boarding corny, but not for Blaine Anderson. “I sometimes cannot believe it took me so long to realize I was in love with you. That connection, our chemistry was there right from the start. Thank god we didn't let our little romantic dance go on for any longer...” Kurt chuckled.

“I, for one, wouldn't have it any other way.” Blaine announced proudly.

Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously, it sounded too good to be true. While for the most part he agreed with the declaration. He could think of a few details that he would of preferred to go a different way. “Are you sure, even the whole Finn walking in on us fiasco?” Kurt challenged.

“Even that, as much as that sucked when it happened.” Blaine scoffed.

Kurt decided to leave it at that, stopping to stretch a bit. “If you say so, I'm glad we got before and after prom figured out. Anything else we should cover?”

“Aside from what to wear, there's the matter of what we want to perform as far as music goes. I actually went through some possible songs while you were gone. I think I found a really good one. I'll play it for you later. Got any ideas what you might sing, baby?” Blaine questioned.

Kurt furrowed his brow in consideration, in truth he hadn't thought about musical numbers yet. He had been so focused on planning everything else, but it still was a dance after all. Now faced wit the idea, he wasn't getting many answers so far. “Hmm, I'm not really sure, actually... I'm torn. Part of me wants to just sit this one out and not bother to perform. Because for one thing it leaves me more free to enjoy the event. I'm not about to sit back and not have a good time. But... I bet everyone thinks I'm just going to sing a girls song and that makes me want to pull a typical eye-roll. On the other hand I really did enjoy performing at the Warblers benefit. I know the reception I'd get at McKinley won't be the same, but the performer in me is beginning to stir. I'll see what songs might come to mind over the next few days. Have any suggestions?” Kurt said.

“How about Adam Lambert? Didn't you say you've been dying to do one of his songs for glee club? Well here's your chance, you gotta admit many of his songs have the upbeat tempo that's perfect for prom.” Blaine offered.

“I dunno Blaine, I mean singing Adam for glee club is one thing, but to the entire junior student body... isn't that a bit of a gay clich�? What if it just gives people reason to mock me on what should be an enjoyable night. Ugh, I hate this! I don't want to back down to anyone and let them make decisions for me. On the other hand, if my life has proved anything being bold doesn't always have its rewards.” Kurt began to sputter off and ramble.

Blaine reached out and bopped the end of Kurt's nose with his finger, startling him into silence. Blaine smiled at Kurt and his adorable antics, pausing to kiss the tip of his nose. “Kurt, relax... don’t over think so much... I wouldn't worry about it. Adam Lambert's sexuality shouldn't be a reason to choose a song and neither should ours. Of course it's not like I can talk, between the two of us... you're the bravest.” Blaine told him.

“Blaine, we could spend all night arguing who's the bravest one. Instead let's call it a draw and just admit us being together builds on our courage. But you're right about the song, so will you sing If I had You with me at prom? I bet I can get some of the guys in glee club to join us, making it a boys group number.” Kurt asked.

“That's my handsome heartthrob, why don't we look for sheet music tomorrow then?” Blaine offered.

Kurt gave Blaine a very enticing and equally assertive look that sent shivers down Blaine's spine. He had one final thing to comment on before letting the conversation drop for another long break. “I'd like that, but afterwards let's head straight to my place. I'm almost finished my prom outfit and I want to show you it. I know I'm bias but I have to say it's fabulous.”

Blaine chuckled, he knew he himself was the most biased person of all when it came to Kurt's state of dress. In his lovesick mind, nothing Kurt could wear would make him look anything less than stunning. He didn't tell Kurt this because he was wanting a lull in conversation were kissing could continue. “I can't wait.” he announced and then the pair stopped talking, their lips becoming occupied with something other than forming words.
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Blaine had been flipping through channels from his spot on the couch in den of Kurt's house, when Finn walked into the room with a glass of milk in hand.

“Oh hey there, Blaine.” Finn greeted him, looking around the room. “Where's Kurt?” he asked.

“Upstairs putting on his prom outfit, he wanted to show it to me.” Blaine answered.

Blaine watched Finn take a seat beside him, the scene was nothing new, Blaine spent a lot of time over at the Hummel-Hudson house, to the point where he felt like a member of the family. The house residents never found his being around surprising either. Blaine figured now was a good time to bring the subject of Prom performances to Finn, to help Kurt's wish. “Hey do you think we can jam during prom? Kurt has a song he's all set on performing and he's hoping you and some of the other guys in glee could join us.” Blaine began to explain.

“Yeah, no problem... wait, what's the song?” Finn asked.

“If I Had You by Adam Lambert.” Blaine answered.

“Yeah that should be fine, what are you going to sing?”

“I'm not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You.” Blaine replied.

“Dude I'm not asking you teach anything! Quinn knows how to dance way better than I do anyway. What's the song?” Finn groaned.

Blaine burst out laughing, but when he saw Finn's confused face he fought to get things under control. “No, that's the songs name Finn, and I actually said boyfriend not girlfriend there too.” he explained.

“Oh...” Finn answered sheepishly.

But Finn was spared any more embarrassment when Burt Hummel stepped into the living room. “Good news boys.” Burt began as he hung up his work jacket. “My buddy Enzo from the tux rental shop is giving you half off.” Burt told them.

“Sweet.” Finn said.

“That's great, thanks.” Blaine added with a grin.

“Yeah, so what yah gonna go with?” Burt asked as he grabbed a newspaper and headed over to his chair.

“I'm going simple, black, thin lapel collar, very discrete.” Blaine answered. “I figure it will contrast whatever Kurt's come up with very nicely.” he added with a smirk.

“Yah know what I wore to my prom? I wore a uh a powder blue tux with a ruffle shirt and a big velour bow tie. I looked like Tony Orlando.” Burt told them as he walked past them.

“Was that a designer?” Blaine asked playfully.

“No.” Burt answered with a snicker as he sat down in his chair.

“We'll no need for half off on my outfit.” Kurt's voice behind them called out.

The three men reclining turned to see Kurt Hummel glide out into view from the bottom of the stairs, decked out in prom finery. Which as they were given more time to expect each piece of clothing, came out loud and clear. Tight black skinny jeans, a sleek tailor fitting dinner jacket decorated with silver buttons and most noticeably, a half kilt in a blue and green plaid design. Kurt was too wrapped up in his own high opinion of the combo to notice his audience's reaction, though at first he got nothing but grins.

“Because half of it is already off?” Burt joked as he began to chuckle to himself.

Blaine smiled at Burt's attempts at humour and then at Kurt's adorable ways, especially how excited he was about the big reveal. Kurt of course looked flawless in combo he came up with and Blaine had expected his boyfriend would want to go for a bit of flare. But he hadn't been expecting something so bold as a kilt but at first Blaine focused on not looking too interested in Kurt's body instead of what he was wearing over it.

Kurt looked down at his handy work with pride, oh yes, he was the example of classy in his mind. “My ensemble is an homage to the recent royal wedding and the late Alexander McQueen. I had to make it myself, there's simply nothing off-the-rack that's suitable for a young fashionable man in Ohio.” Kurt explained.

“Dude that rocks, it's like gay brave heart.” Finn said as he pointed at Kurt.

Kurt began to twirl happily as he received his first compliment, surprisingly from Finn but Kurt took what he could get. Who knew what his father or his boyfriend would dish out next as he finished showing off his handy-work. “Thank you.” he said quietly.

Burt eyed his son for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I don't like it.” he announced suddenly.

“Well of course you don't like it, It's not finished yet. I think it still needs like a sash or maybe some beads around...” Kurt began to explain as he turned around so he could show the back of the outfit to Blaine. Who brought his hand up in front of his face as he studied Kurt's perfect behind more than the outfit.

“I'm not gonna stop you from wearing it, but I gotta be honest I... I think you're just trying to stir the pot a little bit. I think you're trying to get some attention.” Burt pointed out.

“Exactly, what's the point of dressing up? I mean that's why some guys wear the tails with a top hat and the girls wear the hoop skirts. I mean Blaine, help me out here.” Kurt said in defense as he gestured to Blaine beside him on the couch.

Blaine had been dreading this moment, where he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. As much as he admired his boyfriend bravery to stand out, he couldn't help but say what his true feelings were. Easier said than done though and Blaine's body language changed to show how awkward he felt. Crossing his arms tightly around himself as he began to squirm. But he couldn't lie to Kurt, even for his sake. “I think your dad has a point...” he admitted reluctantly.

Kurt could hardly believe what his ears were hearing, in fact he was so surprised with Blaine's confession he whipped his head around to stare at him in surprise. Kurt didn't know what to say but his look at least made Blaine continue his reasons for his aversion.

“I think what he's trying to say is that we just don't wanna give anyone a reason to... cause any trouble.” Blaine explained.

“There's a lot of bad people out there Kurt, and they're a lot worse than this Karofsky kid. And all they’re looking for is a match to light under the fire of their hate.” Burt told Kurt.

Kurt deep down understood his father’s fears, even Blaine's and with his boyfriend he knew the reason, all to do with a scene from his past. But Kurt didn't think of such matters at present, he could be quite stubborn at times, especially when he had his heart set on something. Kurt's prom outfit had been a labour of love, one he wanted to wear with pride on the big day. He tried his best to hide his annoyance in Burt and Blaine's reactions, but that didn't mean he was going shy away either.

Burt continued on with his little speech, when Kurt didn't outright protest in attempts to silence his argument. “Of course I want... I want you to be yourself. But... I also want you to be practical.” Burt said as he held out his arms in attempt to make his son understand.

“We don't want our night getting ruined, Kurt.” Blaine added softly, trying to coax Kurt into seeing to reason.

Somehow Kurt managed to stay poised and calm, though on the inside he wasn't fairing so well and the strain on his face was visible. “Okay, I have done everything right.” Kurt began as he headed to the foot of the stairs, his gaze trailing from his dad and towards Blaine's uncomfortable figure. He was annoyed and far from amused, but he still knew when to hold back enough to be considerate. “Now Blaine, I understand that after what you've been through... you're worried. But prom is about joy, not about fear, you've taught me that more than anyone. So I'm wearing this suit, I worked hard on it and I think it's fantastic and if you don't want to join me, I completely understand.” Kurt stated. After making his final point, he gave them both a judgemental stare and headed back upstairs and to his room without another word.

Leaving Blaine to squirm even more awkwardly on the couch, where he was somehow feeling guilty and hopeless at the same time. He let out a long tired sigh as he watched his boyfriend leave in a huff and for the moment, he didn't chase after him. Instead Blaine leaned forward on the couch, running a hand over his face.

“God, now what am I gonna do?” he muttered, more asking himself than Burt or Finn.

Burt chose to humour him anyway and offer a little advice to the dapper young man, who was currently shaking his head in dismay. “Well Blaine, what I suggest you should do is go talk to Kurt. Stalling won't help, but telling my son what you honestly think might. I don't envy you one bit though, Kurt can be pretty stubborn, as you know.” Burt commented.

Blaine smile weakly, just the thought of the times Kurt proved that the accusation was true made his mood lighten, he loved all his boyfriend’s quirks. Even when they could leave to a potential fight like right now. Burt was right though - he and Kurt both knew running was never the answer so he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, good call, thanks. I'll go talk to Kurt right now, wish me luck.” he replied as he stood up and headed off and up the stairs.

“I would Blaine, but when it comes to you two, I know you guys don't need it.” Burt said with a grin.

r32;r32;“And don't forget you're the longest running couple in glee club, though considering some of us that might not mean too much.” Finn pointed out in support.

Blaine took the encouragement to heart and he was happy to see he was still able to laugh, a good sign. “Thanks, guys.” Blaine said and with that last comment, he sprinted up the stairs. Once he reached Kurt's bedroom he found the door closed, but he didn't bother to knock. When Blaine stepped inside he discovered Kurt was right in the middle of getting undressed, his kilt and jacket off, leaving him only in his dress shirt and jeans.

At Blaine's arrival Kurt glanced over his way, only to turn his attention back unbuttoning his shirt. “Surprised to see you so soon.” he muttered, his voice full of sass.

Blaine loved sassy Kurt and his boyfriend was quite aware and he was making it very hard to not just give up and do nothing but apologize. But while Blaine did regret upsetting Kurt, he wanted to explain why he was reluctant most of all. In reality he knew there was little threat of a big fight breaking out, Kurt's relaxed body language and his coy glances made that very clear. Feeling relieved Blaine gave Kurt a loving smile as he came over to stand in front of Kurt and took over the job of unbuttoning his shirt. When Kurt didn't resist or tell him to stop, he saw that as his green-light to start talking. “Kurt... baby... you know what I meant back there. I love your prom outfit! It's amazing and all your hard work is easy to see! I mean you must have noticed me checking you out right in front of Burt and Finn! I just... I can't help getting worried. I know neither of us should want to shy away and hide who we are... but that's not what this is about...” Blaine began, trying his best to make sense from the start.

Kurt appreciated Blaine's wording and he knew his boyfriend was being very considerate and caring as always. “Isn't it?” he countered, keeping his tone light.

Blaine sighed, okay maybe trying to prove his intentions to Kurt were noble wasn't as easy as he originally hoped. “I just don't want anything bad to happen to you, or me. I know before I said I wanted us to go to prom together and I still do. But... I can't help myself from getting scared, all it's gonna take is one douche-bag to ruin a magical night. Or worse, we could get beaten up, like I did at that Sadie Hawkins dance.” Blaine muttered.

Kurt saw the pain in Blaine's eyes and his stubbornness began to crumble from gazing into his brown eyes and Kurt let out a sigh. He stepped up and gave Blaine a warm and supportive hug, stroking his back. “Blaine, I won't let anyone hurt you.” he assured. “But I refuse to retreat and I realize my outfit might not get a warm reception, you love it and so do I, nothing else matters in my mind.” he said.

“I love you so much, Kurt, all the sass and stubbornness in you... I want to go to prom with you no matter what you wear. I just need you to understand why I hesitated and not be mad at me.”

“Oh Blaine, I was never mad at you... a little disappointed maybe but that was partly me being selfish...”

“Okay if I'm not allowed to be all remorseful, you can't go shooting yourself down either, deal?” Blaine interrupted.

Kurt's neutral look quickly faded to pure affection and he let Blaine go so his boyfriend could continue undressing him. “You have yourself a deal, cutie.” he cooed. After Blaine removed his dress shirt, Kurt smirked at him, since he hadn't intended to take his undershirt or pants off. “Now I know I didn't say it very well before but Blaine, as much as I want you by my side. You don't have to go to prom, not if you find yourself having second thoughts. Because I know it doesn't make me very virtuous, but I'm wearing the outfit I made. I'm so lucky to be with someone as caring and giving as you, Blaine. But you can't give me everything, save a little big for yourself.” Kurt pointed out.

Blaine leaned forward to give Kurt a soft kiss, loving the feeling of Kurt's lips on his. He draped his arms over Kurt's bare shoulders. “I'm still going to prom with you, Kurt, that's a given. I want to be the reason for you joy, not diminish it. I'm sorry, I know I don't need to apologize or anything but... just the thought of losing you or even you getting hurt terrifies me.” he sighed.

Kurt felt his heart begin to ache and he paused to kiss the side of Blaine's mouth as his shirt in Blaine's hand fell to the floor. “I totally understand that, I have the same fears. But we'll keep facing the world together, like we have all year. Maybe things are changing in the world and for the better. Let's do our part and see if the same can happen at William McKinley.” Kurt challenged.

“I do wanna dance with you in the school gym.” Blaine admitted playfully.

“And this isn't the first time I've worn a kilt to school either.” Kurt added, taking another kissing detour afterwards.

Blaine jumped right on board and the couple ended up tumbling onto the bed with laughter, enjoying the feeling of their mouths clamped together in make out heaven. A pretty good way to end a dispute without actually fighting in their minds.

“So we're good, right? We're still going to prom together and we're still going to the hotel after?” Blaine asked as between kisses.

“Yes Blaine, it's still all a go... shit, stop that.” Kurt moaned as Blaine began to rub his thigh against Kurt's groin teasingly. “Need I remind you that my dad and Finn are just downstairs?” Kurt hissed.

Even with that reminder Blaine was finding it very hard to tone things back down to a safe level. “I hear you but it's hard to process anything right now... not with how fucking hot you are.” Blaine muttered under his breath.

“Should I ask my dad to come up and help regain your sanity?” Kurt teased as he reluctantly let go of his hold on Blaine.

Blaine finally relented and released Kurt, after giving him one final kiss. “No I'll be good now, we'll save it for the hotel. But I suggest you go change in the bathroom or the second those pants come off in my presence I won't be accountable for my actions.” Blaine warned playfully.
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As the week continued Blaine found himself having a hard time believing the Bully-Whips escorting him on campus was for his benefit and safety. Not when his current bodyguard was non other than Santana Lopez and true to her bitchy nature, she hadn't changed her spots very much when it came to words. Not to mention that meant Kurt was currently in the company of Dave Karofsky, somewhere on campus. But amazingly Blaine ended up almost having to eat crow when Santana did something mind blowing, in the form of a compliment.

“You know I have to hand it to you Blaine, that you're actually manning up and going to prom with Kurt. Just don't count on you being crowned prom king or anything.” Santana admitted and for her, that was high praise in deed.

Blaine blinked at Santana in surprise, he would never get the hang of her he swore. Instead he just took the rare compliment and gave her a weak smile. During which Santana hardly noticed from her spot walking along side, her eyes were scanning the crowds for rebels. “Uh thanks Santana... but I have no desire to be prom king. I wish you and Karofsky all the luck in winning.” Blaine muttered, he wasn't about to be smart, not when he had no idea what hell it would bring him.

Kurt's own experience with having a personal security guard had been even more surprising, to the point of Kurt becoming flabbergasted. After the miracle occurred Kurt's first instinct was to fill his boyfriend in but he had to wait, since it was quite a private matter. Their brush with rumours had proved when it came to juicy subject matter, one had to be discreet if you didn't want the news to spread like wild fire. Once school was finished for another day Kurt didn't waste a moment, he simply brought out his phone and sent Blaine a text message.

Blaine! Where are you? You're not gonna believe what happened!

Kurt found out even before Blaine's reply came a few minutes later, there was no need to question his where-bouts. If Kurt had stopped to think he would have guessed Blaine would already be waiting for him at his locker, looking dreamy as ever.

“What's this big news?” Blaine blurted out.

“Hold on I have a text to read...” Kurt teased, pausing to look at his phone and read Blaine's message, who rolled his eyes at the display.

Where else would I be but already at your locker, Kurt.

“Well look who's being all cheeky, we really are a perfect match. But when you hear what I have to say you'll understand my current state of mind. Come over here, as this strictly between the two of us.” Kurt muttered as he pulled Blaine close to his side so he could whisper in his ear. “When Karofsky escorted me to one of my classrooms today, you will never believe what happened. I finally got the courage to tell him I've noticed how unhappy he's been looking and... he broke down, Blaine. He actually started to cry and he apologized to me and... I believe his sincerity, this wasn't some devious act lead by Santana, not this time. Those were real tears and remorse... I was so shocked.” Kurt sputtered off, the memory still being hard to accept as reality.

“No way...” Blaine muttered in disbelief.

“My thoughts exactly! I felt so bad for him, sure the apology doesn't justify what he did to me, any of it... but I saw the pain in his eyes.” Kurt sighed. “I don't know what to do about it now.” Kurt muttered.

“Neither do I, except try to allow Karofsky to redeem himself, if that's even what he really wants.” Blaine replied.

Kurt let out a small laugh, he wasn't use to such things happening to him and it showed. “Call me crazy but... I'm seriously thinking I might vote Santana for Prom Queen now.” Kurt admitted with a chuckle.

Blaine smirked at his boyfriend and the two broke out into muffled laughter, letting the tension lower once more. “Yeah me too, who would have thought.” Blaine said in bemused disbelief.
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At long last, the day of Junior Prom of their junior year at William McKinley High School had finally arrived. All around Lima teenagers were getting dressed up in finery at their houses, but for two young men, that wasn't the case. For Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, the young couple were currently standing in an elevator, trying their best not to seem too nervous and out of place. Easier said than done when soon they would be in their very own hotel room, with no parents down the hall. Burt and Carole were a little disappointed in not being able to embarrass him by demanding prom pick up photos. But Kurt simply pointed out getting a hotel room meant there was no need to choose who would pick up whom, though what role that made them wasn't the issue. It took Kurt promising he'd keep his 2am curfew, when both father and son were quite aware what he and his boyfriend could get up to before heading for home. As long as neither had to acknowledge the fact then all could keep pretending to be naive and avoid mortifying scenarios. Currently Kurt wasn't about to feel guilty over how much he was looking forward to his and Blaine's activities, both during and after prom.

For now they'd focus on getting ready; the before event. Kurt and Blaine strolled out of the elevator, trying to act natural, with their luggage in tow. Which wasn't much since they weren't staying for the whole night, so their belonging were mainly supplies for prom and afterwards. Kurt brought out his card key, unlocked the door to their hotel room, and ushered Blaine inside. The room looked even more decent in person, considering they were in Lima. The room had a couch, small coffee table and mini fridge even and while it might not have been a honeymoon suite worth hundreds, it also wasn't a cheep motel room where they would of been too scared to touch anything. Kurt in the end had decided on a good hotel but one of the more less expensive rooms, where the damage was only about 125 dollars and split in half it was quite affordable. There would be no point in splurging on some fancy room when they wouldn't be spending much time there after all. The tough part had been booking the room, since Kurt wasn't eighteen just yet. Luckily he was able to convince his dad because the main purpose of the room would be about dressing for the occasion. Compared to what romp and fumble many students planned to get down and dirty in, Kurt and Blaine had at least chose the classier option.

“Yes, this will do nicely.” Kurt said as he walked around the room.

Blaine was right on Kurt's heels at first until he broke off to hang up their garment bags, which held their prom outfits, in the closet. With that first job done he allowed himself to survey the room and he let out a whistle. “It's pretty nice... but is it bad that all I've done so far is start to think of all the places I want us to have sex on... or over...” Blaine admitted with a sheepish grin.

“I'm glad we decided to do this because it removed one awkward decision.” Kurt said, changing the subject as he began to bring out his skin products and head over to the bathroom.

“What's that?” Blaine asked as he followed Kurt.

“Having to decide who would pick up whom... and avoid any worrying over who's the girl in the relationship.” Kurt explained, though he was trying to be humorous mainly.

“Oh Kurt, like we'd ever care about that... because I for one know there is no girl in either of us. Also we haven't been in any girl, because we're gay, but still guys.” Blaine pointed out with a smirk.

Kurt let out a loud laugh, god he loved Blaine's boarding lewd remarks, they made his heart race and lower areas begin to stir. He probably enjoyed their saucy talk because it was something only he and Blaine shared together and enjoyed. So Kurt wasn't about to let his boyfriend have all the fun. “I took that into account when I was looking through room choices. It's why I went for the one with a couch...” Kurt explained, giving Blaine his come hither look.

Blaine could never resist that gazing stare for long and since they were alone in their own hotel room, he felt no urge to try. Chuckling away Blaine raced over to Kurt and kissed him on the lips, bad idea though when Kurt came back asking for more. Like countless times before the pair broke out into a very enjoyable impromptu make-out session and prom was almost forgotten entirely. To the point where the teens were tightly entwined in each others arms, with Kurt's back pressed against the bathroom door. What cause Blaine to finally come to his senses was when he felt the tell tail signs he was getting a boner.

“Uh Kurt... I only started kissing you because I assumed you'd had the common sense to stop us before things got dangerous.” Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes, trying his best to get even without causing them to actually miss prom, tempting as it might be. That didn't mean Kurt couldn't have a bit of fun and keep the temperature between him and Blaine sizzling for a little longer, as he wasn't some shy wallflower or anything. “Maybe I'm tired of being the voice of reason lately. Maybe I just want to be irresponsible and fuck you over this sink.” Kurt moaned lightly.

“Oh you can be so evil sometimes, Kurt.” Blaine hissed as he peeled himself away from Kurt's embrace.

“And yet you still love me.” Kurt teased. “I know we've said that before.” he added with a laugh.

Now it was Blaine's turn to roll his eyes at Kurt and darted off out of his boyfriends reach before he could try to get even. He returned a few moments later with Kurt's garment bag in hand and he held it out as a peace offering. “Here, get dressed in the bathroom so you can give me the big reveal. I think we've had enough distraction for one night, or at least for now. You know if we really tried we could go on all night. Much as I want us to have a ton of sex tonight, I do still want to actually attend our Junior prom. It's one of the perks of not going to an all boys school anymore, which is ironic because the genders right but there was no dance to go to.” Blaine began to ramble.

Kurt watched Blaine with amusement as he began to sputter off and try to convince Kurt to go get ready and Kurt was happy to comply. Kurt took his outfit from Blaine, gave him a quick peck on the cheek in thanks and stepped fully into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, but not without giving Blaine one last flirtatious look. “Gosh you're cute when you get all flustered.” Kurt called through the door.

“Just get dress Kurt, you don't want your fantastic couture to go to waste.” Blaine warned as he headed over to get dressed himself.

Blaine had kept to his choice of being a bit more discreet than his significant other, but then he and Kurt had both talked about how neither of their outfits proved a point. Blaine was well suited to the sleek classic look of a thin lapel black tuxedo, with a flattering tailored fit and topped off with a black tie. Soon Blaine was fully dressed, minus his boutonni�re since they had mutually agreed they'd put each others on one another. Blaine looked at his phone and was relieved to see they weren't running late either. Blaine was still very anxious to see his boyfriends state of dress though and he decided it was time voice it. “How's it going in there, handsome?” Blaine chimed.

“Almost ready, cutie, just putting on the finish touches to my coiffure.” Kurt called back.

Blaine chuckled to himself, “Oh this is going to be a night to remember.” he muttered to himself as he sat down on the edge of the bed to wait.

True to Kurt's claims it didn't take much longer for the fashionable young man to finally be content with his reflection in the mirror and be ready to show himself to his audience of one. “Are you ready to be blown away?” Kurt voice projected from behind the bathroom door.

“Yes, I am.” Blaine answered, ignoring the temptation to make a lewd comment about blow jobs, that mood had passed.

Blaine found himself in a similar scenario to the other times he had been sitting on a bed, waiting for Kurt to make an entrance. Like when he had showed Blaine his Gaga costume, or his tuxedo for Burt and Carole's wedding and he was looking forward for the night to become another glorious memory to look back on with joy. Any thoughts of the past were swept out of his mind when Kurt glided out of the bathroom, wearing his fully finished prom garb. Blaine eyes darted over Kurt's body and he licked his lips, nodding in approval.

“Bravo, bravo, Kurt! You look stupendous! I'm sure one lucky son of a gun to have you as my prom date. In fact... I think I can go so far as to say I think Prince William and Kate Middleton would be honoured... or envious.” Blaine gushed as he hurried over to give his boyfriend an approving kiss.

Kurt took the praise and soaked up every flattering word with delight but he wasn't about to not turn the tables and dish back on Blaine's own currently eye pleasing wardrobe. “You charmer you, I must say you don't look half bad yourself, Blaine. Very classic, dapper and dreamy... I love it! I love you, you flawless example of attractive youth.” Kurt rambled. “It's a shame there's no best dressed award at prom or we'd be a shoe in!” Kurt declared.

“Aw who needs a trophy, we can be each others prizes.” Blaine scoffed playfully.

With their ensembles being taken care of, Kurt set to the next matter of business and retrieved their boutonni�res from his suitcase, returning to Blaine's side and he handed his own to Blaine's. Leaving Blaine's pink carnation in his hand and he opened the box and held it up in front of Blaine, a warm smile on his face.

“May I?” Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded and he puffed his chest out and watched as Kurt carefully pinned the flower to Blaine's suit jacket, making sure it's place of honour was level and perfectly positioned. When Kurt was content with the placement he smoothed the collar of Blaine's lapel back down and beamed at Blaine lovingly. “There, all done.” he declared. Then he noticed Blaine was giving him the oddest look, one he couldn't quite decipher, expect it was positive.

“What?” he asked.

Blaine let out a hopeless sigh, he hoped there wouldn't be a day that Kurt could suddenly render him speechless without any trigger. “You are... there are no words, Kurt.” Blaine breathed as he set to putting Kurt's boutonni�re on. “I'd try to come up with the perfect word but it would take eons.” Blaine added with a warm smile.

“Well instead why don't you show me... but later... after prom when we're back in this room.” Kurt whispered seductively.

“I think I can manage that.” Blaine whispered back. He then set to pinning on Kurt's boutonni�re on his jacket and they gave each other an approving smile.

“As romantic as this moment is, we need to get going. But first I want to take a photo... let me just get the timer all set up.” Kurt told Blaine as he darted off to grab his camera. Once it was set at the right height and distance away from them he grabbed onto Blaine. “Say cheese, cutie.” Kurt whispered.

“Cheese!” They both said at the same time as they posed and the flash of the camera temporary blinded them.

“Okay Cinderfella, your carriage awaits!” Blaine said as he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.

“Lucky for you the magic doesn't end at midnight, Mr. Prince Charming.” Kurt answered with a laugh as he followed after him.
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Blaine parked his car, sad that their journey had come to an end and that mean their routine of singing in the car was over. That fact would have normally been easier to deal with and while going to prom was something Blaine wanted to experience, he couldn't help ignore the tugging back in his brain. No matter how many times he told himself the situation was totally different, his mind still went there. What if their decision to be out and proud, to the point of not holding back at all would bring dangerous repercussions? Blaine stepped out of the car and looked to the lit up gym before him and he swallowed the catch in his throat. He was so off into his little world that Blaine didn't notice Kurt had come to stand beside him until he touched his shoulder lightly in concern.

“Hey, are you going to be alright?” Kurt asked him softly.

Blaine smiled warmly at Kurt, his boyfriend knew just how to bring out his bravery front and centre and he was very grateful. Kurt's silent support was all he needed, their love was the fuel to power him forward. Blaine reached out to take hold of Kurt's hand, kissing the back of his palm softly. “I think so... but there's only one way to find out.” Blaine answered, leading his boyfriend towards the school gym.

Kurt's own strengths were renewed and the couple headed to their destination, where their destiny awaited, to use a slightly dramatic phrase. The nearer they got the more they could hear the booming sound of music leaking out from the gym. Blaine made a curious face because it seemed prom was well underway already.

“Are we late or something?” Blaine shouted over the music.

Kurt shook his head, urging him by the hand to stepped fully into the room and attend their first prom together. Once in public Kurt reluctantly let go of Blaine but kept close to his boyfriend and he shook his head again in response to Blaine's query. “No, I thought it might be wise if we showed up after the official start time. You know... just for us to blend in with the crowd or as much as we could.” Kurt explained.

The plan seemed to be working so far, their appearance wasn't really noted, aside from a few people obviously whispering. But then Blaine and Kurt's relationship status was old news to the student body of McKinley by this point, since Blaine had transferred at the start of the school year. “Good call!” Blaine agreed.

When it was clear their appearance hadn't brought forth any opposition, the pair began to scan the room for signs of their friends and some were easier to spot than others. Brittany, Santana and Quinn were currently up on stage performing, so while they were easy to find, there was no chance for any chitchat with them. Kurt finally found the two young ladies he was looking for and waved at their direction. Causing Rachel and Mercedes to squeal in delight and run over and meet Blaine and Kurt half way.

“Blaine, Kurt, Finally! We were afraid you might not show up!” Rachel exclaimed, though she was clearly joking.

Mercedes stood before the duo and came to eye them both over, until she narrowed her eyes and gave a nod in approval over their appearance. “Very nice boys, of course I knew you'd have to go for spectacular Kurt, but as always, you pull it off.” Mercedes commented.

“Why thank you Mercedes, don't get me started on you two ladies, you look stunning! How you were able to find such gorgeous dresses for only five dollars I'll never know.” Kurt muttered as he circled each friend and studied every stitch, hem and detail. “Clear proof it really does pay to shop second hand sometimes.” he added.

“You know exactly how Kurt, you told us where to look after all!” Rachel replied with a laugh.

“You two look so beautiful!” Blaine said with excitement.

“Thank you, Blaine.” Rachel answered as she gave Blaine a quick hug.

“So what took you too so long to show up?” Mercedes asked with a playful smile on her face.

Kurt rolled his eyes, “Sorry to disappoint you but our slightly late arrival was planned.” Kurt answered.

“We can control ourselves you know!” Blaine scoffed, his voice all sassy.

“Especially with so many eyes on us right now.... but that doesn't seem to phase most of the student body here.” Kurt commented as he pointed to a particularly eager couple that had started to make out on the dance floor.

“That's just... gross.” Blaine said with a shudder.

“Yeah well expect to see a lot of that during prom unfortunately. Even Rachel isn't safe, not with Jesse St. James being back in town.” Mercedes said as he pointed to where Jesse was off in the distance.

“We'll try not to judge you for it, Rachel.” Kurt teased.

After chatting away, where Kurt gave his verdict on the other members of the New Directions wardrobes, their conversation came to a stop when another song finished. Sam came over to let Rachel and Mercedes know he was up next with some of the guys and after saying hi to Blaine and Kurt, he headed off to the stage. Rachel soon after was stolen back by Jesse St. James and she didn't seemed to want to be rescued that much either. Leaving Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine to shake their heads with amusement.

“Well I think I'm gonna go sit down for this number, rest my feet.” Mercedes told them as she turned to head back to her table. r32;r32;But she didn't get far when Blaine grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back. “Oh no Miss Jones, you're dancing with us.” He said with a grin.

“Blaine and I promised each other all the slow dances, but the fast ones, are for our fabulous lady friends.” Kurt informed her as they walked her over to the dance floor.

“You two sometimes...” Mercedes chuckled as she shook her head, but she gave in and let them lead her along, linking her arms in with theirs.

Once the trio of would be dance partners found themselves a semi-decent viewpoint, far enough away from the front of stage and the screaming girls forming, they watched Artie, Puck and Sam step onto the stage. The three friends knew exactly what they were in for, since they had to hear them rehearse far too many times. Kurt for one didn't feel any less desensitized to the song and he let out a tired groan in defeat. “Even with the horrible song choice I still want to dance.” Kurt admitted as the music started.

During the whole number of Friday, the guys on staged proved their cover was too catchy not to jam to. So Kurt, Blaine and even Mercedes didn't feel too guilty was they danced away laughing and enjoying themselves immensely. Blaine got so into the energy of the room that at one point he grabbed hold of Mercedes and spun her around until she demanded he stop and he did, Kurt laughing at his antics. Any tension or nerves Blaine had about the prom earlier were quickly forgotten as the three of them moved and danced to the beat and cheered their friends on. By the time the song was finished Mercedes was finally allowed to head back to her table to rest and Blaine and Kurt looked at each other shyly.

Rachel was up next and started to sing Jar of Hearts, a slow song and while just moments ago Kurt had seemed the epiphany of confidence, he now stood on the side lines as couples began to take centre stage. Kurt noticed Blaine's fear had returned a bit and he could relate, the troubles with PDA had always been around since they first got together, just not on this scale before. It was prom, a highly romantic night and here they were, unsure what to do. Of course for them normally simple acts could never be easily dealt with. As he continued to watch Blaine out of his corner of his eye, searching for any hints, he decided to defuse some of his boyfriends building pressure. “Isn't it great that the prom is so inclusive this year.” Kurt said with a big smile on his face.

Blaine could only give an awkward smile at first. “Someone for everyone.” he agreed.

“Even if it's a lie.” Kurt added as he moved his head to point out Santana and Dave who looked extremely uncomfortable as they slow danced in each other’s arms.

Blaine watched the pair dance and he knew he didn't want to become them, to live a lie and hide his love for the young man beside him, who inspired and captivated his heart each day. Blaine gathered his courage and took a deep breath, holding it and breathing out slowly, forcing himself to relax, it would be okay. He turned to face Kurt, who was eyeing him curiously, still beaming away and he took Kurt hand in his. “I for one refuse to live a lie Kurt, I love you and I want to dance with you.” Blaine told him lovingly.

Kurt's smile began to fade as he looked out into the crowd, most people were focused on their own date but a few noticed their holding hands so out in the open. “Are you sure? Because we don't have to...” Kurt began to assure.

Blaine's answer was to pull Kurt out onto the dance floor and once in a key spot, held his hands out in offering to his boyfriend. Kurt didn't hesitate as he got up nice and close to his prom date but made sure not to fully press together, maybe later after they got a bit bolder. For now the pair simple drank in each other’s splendor as they danced the romantic melody. As Kurt began to lead them in the dance he gave a long content smile.

“This is so wonderful Blaine, thank you.” he whispered.

“Thank you for giving me the courage to not want to hide who I am.” Blaine whispered back. He couldn't help himself but rest his head on Kurt's shoulder as they danced. When something a few feet away caught his attention, causing him to smile. “Psst, Kurt look.” Blaine whispered as he turned them around so Kurt could see what he was referring too.

Kurt noticed right away what Blaine was getting at when he saw Sam and Mercedes begin to dance. “Aww they'd make a cute couple.” he said sweetly.

“I guess it's a romantic night for everyone.” Blaine added.

“Well that's certainly true for us anyway.” Kurt concluded.

Sadly songs eventually did end and when the current one was over, Blaine and Kurt were reluctant to move apart at first. Instead they just stopped moving as they stared and made eyes at each other. Who cared if their display caused any discomfort, they were enjoying themselves too much to stop.

“I really want to kiss you right now, Blaine.” Kurt whispered with a sigh.

“Yeah, me too... but we know that wouldn't be wise, as much as I'd like to be wrong.” Blaine replied.

“We don't have time anyway, your songs up next, cutie. So go up on that stage and make everyone feel jealous from me having such a handsome and talented boyfriend.” Kurt told him as he started to push Blaine towards the stage.

Blaine allowed Kurt to push him, when in reality he never needed much encouragement to sing but when he reached the stage he didn't want to let Kurt's hand go. “I know this song has nothing to do with us, or you.... but I'll still be singing it for you, handsome.” Blaine told him with a wink and headed up onto the stage.

Kurt scrunched his face up into a big smile from Blaine's antics and he headed off the dance floor. Kurt quickly decided for this number, he wouldn't dance with anyone else. Even from his spot a bit of ways in the back, he gave Blaine his full attention and when the music started, Kurt got the chance to do so. Blaine's performer mode was turned on and his charm was winning his audience over instantly and a number of girls up front began to swoon. Kurt himself instantly began to bop to the music, cheering in support, his eyes never leaving his boyfriends face. It still didn't escape him that everyone was enjoying his voice, no matter what his personal life might be, no one could deny his talent or whimsy. Kurt had been so entrance by Blaine's display that it he didn't notice the drama unfolding on the dance floor. Until Jesse St. James and Finn's argument over Rachel turned into a shoving match and Sue Sylvester entered the battle and that resulted in her kicking them out of prom.

“Well there goes one of our singers for the next song.” Kurt grumbled as he shook his head, of course this had happened when 'If I had You' was up next.

Drama aside Kurt didn't feel that very down when Blaine finished, coming to kneel at the edge of a stage and Kurt jumped up in down cheering in response.

Blaine took a quick bow and thanked everyone, including his female back up singers and the band. Breathing heavily but still smiling away Blaine rushed down off the stage and back to be in the company of Kurt Hummel.

Kurt patted his shoulder affectionately, “You were marvellous, Blaine!” Kurt praised.

“Yeah even when someone else stole the spotlight from me towards the end.” Blaine groaned.

“Oh forget about them, they let their petty anger ruin their night. Our own prom experience is far from over. Come on, we have a song to sing, Finn or no Finn, the show must go on.” Kurt urge as he headed towards the stage.

Blaine caught up to Kurt and soon Sam, Mike, Puck and Artie joined them, who all looked at their lead singer for the number. Kurt shrugged and figured it would be wise to explain they were one man down, so he stepped up to the mic and cleared his throat to call attention. “Well we're short one performer now but it doesn't mean the end.” Kurt quickly said and he nodded to the band. “Hit it!” Kurt ordered and the music began to start.

Kurt instantly forgot about all the eyes on him as he began to sing and just let the music take him over. This was one performance he didn't want to ruin by over thinking things. If it was true that when he didn't try he could look sexy, then there was nothing to worry about anyway.

Kurt was so in the moment he didn't notice all of the reactions the performance brought, surprisingly many were positive, where the student body simply went with it and despite Kurt singing lead on an Adam Lambert song, it was the right beat for prom. But there was still the dirty underbelly and among the cheering and indifferent, there was also the devious. Who looked at Kurt dancing and singing his heart out with cruel eyes, snickering and making snide remarks to each other, hatching an evil plot right under the New Directions noses. The young men on stage were none the wiser and Blaine stepped up to take over the second half of the song, which had been Kurt's suggestion. Towards the end the both sang together and their combined voices charged everyone in the room up even more.

The night that unfolded was filled with a number of fun dances, some slow, some fast, where Kurt danced with Rachel, Mercedes and even Brittany during the faster songs. Until Brittany got a bit too friendly and Blaine pried the cheerleader off of his boyfriend, only to be made a sacrificial dance partner. Kurt's glaring 'bitch face' was the only reason she behaved enough to not need an intervention. After another slow dance, where Blaine and Kurt got a little closer and more snuggled up in their embrace, they stole Rachel from Jesse had a fun dance of three. The night moved straight along until the big event had arrived; the crowning of Junior Prom Queen and King.

Since neither young men were in the running or even cared all that much who did win, Kurt watched beside Blaine from the back of the room. As much as he enjoyed a good coronation, he wasn't that enthralled. At least not to the point to be super excited, but when Karofsky was announced prom King, that got his attention.

Blaine and him shared a glanced where only they knew how they truly felt about the turn of events, their faces neutral while they clapped. Leaving only the illustrious Prom Queen crown to be placed on a lucky females head. Or so they all thought, for some reason Principal Figgins seemed reluctant at first to call out the winner. The quiet observes were both clueless to why, until he called out Kurt Hummel and the room went dead silent.

At first Kurt couldn't even process that his name had been called, all he could do was remain frozen in total shock. Everyone turned to look straight at him, Blaine included but most looks on his fellow students faces weren't showing concern like Blaine's. When the spotlight fell on his stunned figure there was no chance in denying what was happening. A few students made cruel cheers and clapped but Kurt didn't hear them, he was numb from the hit of reality. Until finally, he couldn't face the scrutiny or the humiliation and he bolted from the room with alarming speed. No fears of being a coward now, he just wanted to run off and get out of that room.

Blaine immediately snapped right into action the minuet Kurt sprinted off and chased after him. “Kurt! Stop, Kurt!” Blaine called out in desperation as he went after him, running clear out of the gym, hot in pursuit.