I was flying. I know you won't believe me but I really was. It felt like 1000 butterflies had flown under me and pulled me into the sky. The view under me was amazing. It felt all too good to be true but I still believed it. I just enjoyed the moment. People looked up in the sky and pointed to me. I just waved to everyone. And that's when I saw him. He had wings and looked breathtaking. Then he smiled to me and my world came crashing down. I wanted to get there so I looked at the butterflies, trying to show me which way to go. And I was so close, I could almost touch him.

 Beep beep. My hand shot out to kill the noise, still not sure where I was and what was going on. The disappointment was big though when I realized it had all been just a dream. A good one nevertheless.

I stood up and put on some jogging pants and an old shirt. Carefully I made my way to the kitchen. I picked out a pan and walked to the fridge to get everything I need. There were sausages and eggs. It would have to do.

My thoughts were on the dream when I heard Kurt walking towards the kitchen. I turned around and gave him a smile. He smiled back at me and it made my heart flutter a little. He took place at the kitchen table and I had to admit that I wouldn't mind seeing him there more often.

“It smells delicious Blaine. You don't have to cook for me every morning you know,” he said to me. I didn't mind to be honest if I got that smile from him. And I loved cooking.

I sent him another smile. “I don't mind really. It's something I rarely get to do and I love cooking so I'm just lucky to have you. It's a bit silly to make such a breakfast for one person.”

I took the pan from the stove and walked to the table. I saw how Kurt filled his plate carefully with a bit of eggs and a few sausages. When he was done, I took a bit for myself and started eating.

There was a comfortable silence around us. I wasn't used to it. Most silences are after all awkward. Like when I meet a fan and they don't know what to say and I don't know it either but I don't want to look like a bad or weird person. Always awkward!

I finished my plate and looked at Kurt. His plate was empty too. It was like we could read each other's mind as we took our plates and started to clean the dishes.

Kurt was the first one to break the silence. “So Blaine, what is the plan for today?”

I smiled at the question. “We have to be there around 3 pm for the red carpet. We'll pose for some pictures, I'll probably do a few interviews and then we'll go inside, take our seats and just enjoy the show.”

I could see the nerves in Kurt's eyes but I knew everything would be ok. After all I was nervous myself when I did my first red carpet and even after all this time, I still felt those stupid little butterflies. “Sounds like a plan,” he said.

I winked at him and finished the last dish. When I was finished, I looked at the clock. “We have an hour or two to kill before we get ready, how about we watch a movie?”

Kurt nodded and leaded me into the living room. He choose Nemo, one of my favorite Disney classics. I had a lot of them and it was my guilty pleasure.

When the movie finished, I turned back to Kurt. He looked far away. I took place in front of him and looked at him concerned. “Earth to Kurt, earth to Kurt. I wonder where you were?”

He chuckled. “It's for me to know and for you to guess.” A playful smirk turned on his face and it looked sexy.

I started laughing and looked away, trying to hide how much I wanted to kiss him in that moment. I stretched out my hand an leaded him to my guest room.

I was getting curious when I started dressing myself. You see the clothes you have to put on, but you have no idea until you watch it on yourself if they really looked good. Kurt took a seat on the bed, probably ready to see my reaction. Even though I was sure that it would look amazing, I still felt a little nervous.

I closed the last button of my shirt and turned around. “So is it like Kurt Hummel wanted?”

He smiled at me. “You know it is. I'm just a little nervous about what you'll think. But I guess it's time for you to finally see it.”

Kurt walked towards the mirror and waited awfully long before he pulled away the blanked. My mouth fell open the moment I saw the suit on me. It was perfect and even that wouldn't describe how good I looked. My eyes went from one end of myself to the other, trying to get it all in. All the details, how it all fitted perfectly by who I was.

I looked at Kurt after a while. Stupidly enough, I felt small tears in my eyes. “It's amazing Kurt,” I said almost breathlessly.

Kurt walked towards me and hugged me, being careful not to destroy my clothes.

“I'm glad you like it; You can admire yourself a little longer while I change my clothes and do my hair but you better remove the jacket for a little bit longer. Then I'll do your hair.”

He winked at me, and my eyes followed him while he left the room, leaving me alone to admire how I looked.

I waited on the bed for Kurt to come out. I was curious to see what he was wearing. No doubt it would look beautiful on him. I picked up a music magazine that I found in one of the night tables and started going through it, watching the pictures more than reading it.

I looked up when I heard someone enter the room. I stood up and walked towards him. Taking in how he looked. “Wauw Kurt,” was all I got out.

I started walking around him, admiring the suit from every point of view. I wanted to remember it all. When I stood in front of him, I looked directly into his eyes. “You look beautiful Kurt,” I said so silently that it was almost a whisper.

I looked at Kurt, trying to find out his reaction. I saw how tears were formed into his eyes. It made him even more breathtaking. “Thank you”, he said shyly. “Now let's finish your hair shall me?”

I looked at him once more. He looked just to breathtaking for me to keep my eyes of him. When I was content, I walked towards the chair and took a seat in front of the mirror.

Through the mirror, I watched Kurt pick up a small bottle of gel. Carefully he started putting little bits into my hair so the curls would lay just right. It felt amazing, his fingers going through my hair and I enjoyed every moment of it.

When he was finished it looked perfect. I looked at myself for a little while. “You really are a man of many talents, aren't you?”

Kurt winked at me through the mirror. I stood up and turned towards him. “Now let's take a picture of the both of us for Instagram. I bet you that the fans will go insane and will wonder who you are.”

I looked for my phone in my pocket and made a sign for him to get closer in front of the mirror. I wrapped my arm around him and we both smiled while I took the picture.

I showed him the picture before I uploaded it on Instagram. Ready for the grammy's tonight. Are you ready?

When the picture was uploaded, I took one more look in the mirror. “I think we're ready and it's a bit of a drive. We better get going?”

We walked down the stairs to the waiting car with tinted windows. I walked a little in front of him and opened the door for him to step inside. I followed close behind and made myself comfortable into my seat.

The drive was mostly quiet. It made me think about the red carpet. I was a little nervous but also more than ready to introduce the world to Kurt Hummel. I hoped his bullies would watch or see it through someone else. It would be a huge smack into their faces.

I watched how Kurt started to get nervous. I could just see it in how he was sitting. I stretched my arm out and held his hand into mine. Meanwhile I started rubbing my thumb over his hand in a calming way. Carefully I watched him get calmer and with a small smile on my face, I turned back around to look out of the windows.

The car stopped and I let go of his hand. I turned around and smiled at him. “It's time Kurt.”

I watched him swallow before I opened the door.

I stepped out and was immediately welcomes by the flashes of the cameras. Paparazzo were screaming. “Blaine Anderson has arrived! Blaine Anderson watch here!”

I turned around and held the door open for Kurt, hoping that he wouldn't be too overwhelmed already. When he stepped out of the door, I took his hand and leaded him to a larger group of people.

I looked around until I saw Nick, Jeff and David. Carefully I leaded the both of us through the crowd. Praying that they would behave around Kurt once they realized who he was. It was that moment that they all turned around and realized I had arrived. They started running and before I knew it, I was wrapped into a bandmates hug. I let go of Kurt's hand and tried to hug all of them back. Even though they were a bunch of crazies, I had to admit I loved all of them and I had missed him; I started laughing when I didn't manage to hug them all and I felt Jeff trying to tickle me, the sneaky bastard.

“Guys I can't breathe, it has been a week, You can't have missed me that much!”

They all looked up to me and grinned. “Don't even try to deny it Blaine, We know you missed us!”

I shook my head, not willing to admit that I had.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jeff look up and notice Kurt. “My my Blaine Anderson. You've been hiding a secret for us?” he said in a way to dramatic way.

I rolled my eyes and saw how the rest of my bandmates turned around and started look at Kurt. Kurt who looked like he was going to run when all eyes were on him.

I started blushing. “Slush guys. Let me introduce you. Kurt, these are my crazy bandmates Jeff Nick and David. Guys, this is Kurt.”

When I looked back at Kurt, I saw him hold out a hand. I shook my hand and felt a chuckle come up. This was going to be good. I blinked my eyes and when I opened them again, I had just enough time to see Kurt almost fall over from the hug he received.

Kurt looked in shock at first but started laughing a little later. “I can see why you call them crazy,” he said over Jeff's shoulder.

I started laughing when three faces turned towards me with a huge pout on them. Jeff started catcalling. “Blaine, you have it bad. But now you have to explain something to me. Why does Kurt look so familiar?”

A blush formed on my cheeks. I tried to hide it but I knew I was caught. “Kurt's the cartoonist from Tumblr.”

David started grinning. “This is the guy you've been falling for by just looking at his drawings?”

Kurt was looking at me and started giggling when my face became fire red. “Don't be embarrassed Blaine,” he said to me. “At least I'm not the only fan now anymore.” And then he gave me a cheeky wink. This guy was going to be the death of me.

I looked back at him and chuckled. “What can I say, I like talented guys.”

When I saw him blush, I couldn't help but smile. I turned around to my bandmates and was met by some creepy smiles. This was going to be bad.

Nick looked at me with a cheeky grin. “So How long have you guys been dating?”

It was Kurt who found his voice first. “We aren't,” he said. His face was colored by a cute blush. I wished we could have said something else though. But who knows, maybe soon, I thought.

I saw them all looking like us like we had done the weirdest thing ever like arriving on the red carpet in short dresses and with make-up on and those little handbags and those huge high heels.

Jeff looked like he wanted to say something but thankfully a man walked towards us with a walkie talkie in his hand. “Sir Anderson, it's time for you and your bandmates to attend the red carpet.”

I took Kurt's hand and laced my fingers with his. I leaded him behind the man. It was time.

The beginning of the red carpet, that was where we were standing, right this moment. Making ourselves ready to get on it. I was talking with my bandmates about how exactly we planned on doing this as I wanted a picture with Kurt also.

Mentally I was also preparing myself for the hell that was about to get out when I walked on the red carpet. Even after all this time, I wasn't used to how painfully all those flashes where for my eyes. And the most awful thing was that you just had to keep your eyes open for as long as possible so all your pictures weren't with closed eyes. That would be awkward.

When are discussion ended, I turned back to Kurt. “So this is how we are going to do this. First I'll go on my own, then the others will join me and then you'll join me. Ok?”

Kurt nodded at me. The walkie talkie guy signed to me that it was my turn. As confidently as possible, I took the first step on the red carpet. Flashes were already everywhere, trying to get as many pictures of me. Then the paparazzo started screaming. “Blaine look right here!” “Blaine a little more to the right!” “Blaine right here!” I'm not even sure how my ears and eyes were still ok after all this time.

I took a little moment to pose on my own. Trying to look ok. When I had enough, I waved to Jeff, Nick and David as a sign for them to join me. My eyes locked with Kurt as he was left with the walkie talkie dude. Jeff, Nick and David stood around me on the red carpet. At first we smiled like normal people did but soon we started messing around. We made some funny faces for the camera and started doing some moves. I didn't notice the other guys sneak around me until I was attacked from behind. We decided to give the paparazzo one last picture but just that moment Jeff had to sneeze and we all started laughing so hard that we had tears in our eyes while Jeff turned fire red.

The guys hugged me one last time before the left the red carpet. Meanwhile I walked towards Kurt and held out my hand for him. “Ready to join me Kurt?”

He took my hand and smiled to me. “Yes, I am.”

I leaded him to the middle of the red carpet and wrapped my arm around his middle. It felt like coming home and I could see us doing this a lot more in the future. When I realized this, I wrapped my arm around him a little tighter, not wanting to let him go. My smile must have been huge at that moment but I didn't care, I felt happier than ever.

When a few minutes past, I looked back to Kurt, ready for us to walk off the red carpet. He was looking straight ahead and like he just walked out of the cover of vogue magazine. I couldn't contain myself and stood on the tips on my toes. I leaned in slowly, closing my eyes and pressed a little kiss on his cheek. I felt him lean into the touch while I leaned away again. He looked up at me and smiled shyly. I unwrapped my arm from around his waist, took his hand and leaded him from the red carpet.

A few paparazzo were still screaming behind me even though they could probably fill a photobook with all the pictures they had. Jeff, Nick and David were patiently waiting for us. Knowing smirks were on their faces. I choose to ignore it and started looking around.

My eyes fell on the interviewers and I started leading Kurt to the row where other famous people were already talking with them. When they noticed me though, they started screaming just as loudly like the paparazzo.

I started smiling and waved at them before pulling Kurt and myself towards the first person in the row.

I wouldn't say I hate interviewers, I just hated their lack of creativity. Most of them asked the same questions and most of them just missed the depth I wanted. Like almost all of them asked me how the album was doing. Why couldn't they ask me how got my inspiration, how I found the lyrics, what the song meant to me or what I wanted it to meant for others. It might seem like stupid questions to you but they explain so much about who I am and it's what I want. I want people to know who I really am. Not only as an artist but also as a person, which people almost too much seem to forget I am too.

When they were done asking about my music, they turned to the topic: personal items. Like how I saw my boyfriend and what I still wanted in life.

And last but not least, the maybe most predictable question. “Blaine, we see you brought someone? Care to explain who this is?”

I tried to answer politely like usual, knowing that this was a huge moment for Kurt. Every time I would first look at him, to show him I supported him and I cared about him. Then I would smile to him with all the love I had inside of me. To finished I would answer truthfully.

“This here is Kurt Hummel. He's a very close friend of mine and very talented. You see, I'm very proud to say that he created both our suits in a week time. As you see it looks amazing and I'm sure we'll see so much more from him in the next few years and I'll be here supporting him through it all because he deserves it. You better remember his name!”

Every time I would look at him when the last words left my mouth and every time I saw this little blush form on his cheeks. Cute!

I was glad when we walked past the last interviewer. I squeezed Kurt's hand. “Not that bad right?”

Kurt looked up at me and smiled. “No it wasn't that bad. Thank you.”

I looked confused at him. “Why?”

“For everything.” He said while he stopped in his tracks. He made his way to stand in front of me and looked me in my eyes. My focus was fully on Kurt now and I was sure that if a fanfare passed right this moment, I wouldn't have even noticed it. “Thank you for giving me this chance. I know you'll protest and say I helped  you out but you have no idea how much this means to me. It feels like I'm finally being appreciated and I feel happy. It's been a while actually since I felt this happy. So this isn't only thank you for this chance. It's a thank you for making me feel happy, appreciated, for making me feel like me again. I know that I'll have to go back to Ohio in a two days but I'm glad I got a little break for a little bit and that you made me forget it all for even just a little bit. I never had friends like you Blaine and you mean so much to me. Just thank you.”

My eyes felt teary but I could care less in this moment. I smiled widely and wrapped my arms around him into one of the tightest hugs. “You mean so much to me too,” I whispered in his ear. In a flash of a moment, I pressed a little kiss on his neck.

When I realized what I had done, I unwrapped myself from the hug. I gave him a last smile and took his hand again. I felt many eyes on us and looked up. Cameras were pointed towards us and Jeff, David and Nick looked at us with happy smiles; “I think we've got to go inside,” Kurt said to me.

I just nodded in agreement and leaded him into the building for the award show.

We walked into one of the most huge after party's going on tonight. I wasn't something I went to often but I wanted Kurt to experience it all, to remember tonight. I leaded him through the crowds towards the bar that caught my eye. I ordered us both some coke, not wanting to get alcohol in our system. He just rolled his eyes to me and took the glass I held out for him.

We just stood there a little bit, watching the people around us getting drunk and act like they were young again, at least for some of them, dancing like fools. I heard Kurt giggle while he looked to some of the people dancing. I watched him look around contently. He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned around and looked to the huge grin on my face. I drank out my glass and placed it on the bar. “You wane dance beautiful?”

I took his glass out of his hand and held out my hand. He took it and I leaded him to the middle of the dance floor.

I started dancing a little but he didn't move a little. Maybe it was that he didn't want to dance or he didn't feel like people watching him move those hips. “What's wrong?” I asked while a frown formed on my face.

“I don't know how to do this,” he admitted while blushing. It made him even more adorable.

I cupped his cheek so he would look in my eyes and smiled at him fondly, letting him know that he didn't need to be ashamed. “Just listen to the music and your heart Kurt.”

I didn't expect him to what he did next do. I watched him lean forward and I held my breath when I felt his lips against mine. A million of thoughts were pounding through my head at that moment and I felt butterflies in my whole stomach. It was the most I had ever felt. I was shocked but it felt perfect. I took in a deep breath through my nose and wanted to start kissing him back when he pulled away, looking at me with big eyes.

I saw the panic take over his eyes and I wanted to take his hand and pull him back to me but it was like my brain wasn't functioning yet, too caught up still in the feeling. My eyes must have looked wide and I noticed far away in my brain that people had started watching us and stopped dancing.

I tried to get my basic functions back and talk to him but it was too late. I watched him turn around and run away as fast as he could. The only thing I saw before he turned around what that one tear that made his way down his cheek.