Chapter 71 - Regionals Soloists

"Okay, the ballots are in and the winning duet is Santana and Kurt!" The choir room clapped except Rachel and Blaine, who sat glaring at each other with arms crossed over their chest. "Santana and Kurt, come on up here and take a bow. You will be the soloists at Regionals!"

"Mr. Shue. It's not fair. Blaine refused to work with me on a song." Rachel stood and interrupted the applause.

Blaine stood up and got right in her face and screamed back. "That's not true Rachel and you know it. Mr. Shue, Rachel refused to let me have a say in the song that we sang. If she let me have a say, I would have told her that the song she picked is right in my breaking point and that we would need to move to lower key."

"Rachel and Blaine, calm down. You both are wonderful singers. You know that you are. It's okay not to be the soloists all the time." Mr. Schue wanted them to be humble losers.

"But Mr. Schue, you know I was born to be the lead singer." Rachel whined as Finn finally stepped in and put his hand on her shoulder to try to stop her before he ego sent her on a rampage. "If he could just sing better, we would be the soloists."

"Listen honey, I was singing solos before you even had a glee club." Blaine spit venom out as he yelled back at her. "You're over used voice and five year old clothes could learn a few things about singing from the Warblers."

"Blaine! Calm down." Kurt was angry because this was his moment, but he also couldn't help smiling because it was kind of funny to see Blaine take Rachel on. The only other person to really take her on had been Santana. Besides, Rachel and Blaine were good friends, but they could fight like brother and sister at times and this was one of those times. They were both highly competitive and Blaine didn't like losing except, maybe, to Kurt.

"Kurt, back off." Blaine stared daggers at Kurt for a second before he realized what he did.

Kurt jumped back putting his hands up. The smile was gone. "What is wrong with you, Blaine? You need to calm down."

Blaine responded abruptly which surprised Kurt. "Easy for you to say, you won. We didn't even have a chance because prima donna here wouldn't even let me have a say!"

"Come on guys!" Finn tried to break it up by standing between them, but they continued to yell by leaning around Finn.

"If you were talented Blaine, you would have been able to sing this part." Rachel continued to egg him on. They both had claws out and were scratching at each other like cats. "Maybe you aren't as good as you think you are. We did beat your precious Warblers last year."

"Ohh. You don't have a clue Rachel." Blaine voice became low and menacing. "He waved his hand at her. "You and your terrible clothes and big mouth and nose." Blaine crossed the line now, because he was picking on her looks.

"Blaine. Stop it!" Kurt tried to stop the insanity that was happening in front of him.

"Kurt, back off. I'm warning you." Blaine was never this angry before. "When I was at Dalton, I never had to compete. I was the best. I knew how to work the crowd. I knew how to charm. I am a performer. She's just a little princess that thinks she can sing." Blaine was livid.

Blaine was yelling at Kurt like he did something wrong. "I'm not competing against you Blaine. Listen, when you're ready to stop taking this out on me, I'll talk to you. Until then, stay away from me!" Kurt was angry. Blaine had never yelled at him like a spoiled brat before.

Blaine finally realized how Rachel got under his skin. He shook his head in hopes to get back to reality and what mattered most. "Kurt-"

Kurt walked toward the door until he turned with one last look. "SAVE IT Blaine! Don't come home if you're going to act like an ass." What Blaine couldn't see were the tears streaming down his face as he walked out of the room and to his car and drove home... alone.

Blaine stood there in silence hating himself. He fell to his knees, giving in to the pressure. He knew he was fiercely competitive, but not when it came to Kurt. He loved to hear Kurt sing and if Kurt got a solo for Regionals, he would be the proud fiancé sitting back and letting Kurt enjoy his spotlight. That's when it hit him. He was mad that they didn't win, but he was really mad that Rachel blamed him and tried to take away from what Kurt and Santana did. They won fair and square. Rachel didn't care about other peoples' feelings. Kurt deserved to win. Blaine was sure of that. It was then that he realized how much he let his own competitiveness get in the way. He let his drive hurt Kurt like he never wanted to. Blaine let the tears fall barely attempting to hide them because he needed to cry. He felt such guilt for letting Rachel get the best of him today. He and Rachel together took away the spotlight from the winners.

"Blaine come on." Mr. Shue sighed. How did he let it get so far. "Why don't you take a walk. Go find Kurt."

"He's so mad." Blaine looked weary.

"He'll forgive you." Rachel stepped forward. "I'm sorry Blaine. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry." Rachel turned to Santana. "I'm so sorry Santana. You and Kurt deserved it, you were better."

Mr. Shue repeated himself. "Go find him Blaine."

Blaine walked out of the room, but when Kurt wasn't in the nearest bathroom or at his locker, he walked to the parking lot doors and knew he was going to need to do something to make it up to Kurt. Blaine walked back to the choir room with his head hung low. "He left. I need a ride home."

Kurt cried the entire way home. Blaine had been so mean and didn't even congratulate him on his win. That wasn't like Blaine. They loved and supported each other. All the time. He sat in the garage for a moment to collect himself. When he got out, he went straight upstairs to change. He wanted nothing more than to put on yoga pants and eat ice cream until Blaine finally came home to work out the fight. While in the closet, Kurt saw the old blue Dalton Blazer hanging in the back. He walked over to it and pulled it out. He held it up to himself and looked in the mirror. He remembered how much he hated having to wear it every day. As he stared in the mirror, he started to think about what Blaine said. Blaine was the leader at Dalton. He had every lead because he was good. He was charming and entertaining and had the voice of sweet soul. His eyes would look right through you and when he put the puppy dog eyes on in full force, no one could resist him.

He got a lot of solos here, but he had to compete for them all the time. Rachel got the most and Blaine had been happy to let her take the lead. He definitely deserved the spotlight and clearly he missed it based on what he said. He shared the spotlight with Kurt at Sectionals and he wasn't getting a solo for Regionals. If he stayed at Dalton, there would be no question about who would be singing the solos. Blaine WAS the voice of the Dalton Academy Warblers.

Blaine gave it all up for him. Selfless beautiful Blaine gave up the spotlight and the power to be with Kurt. He was always with Kurt. He came to McKinley to be with Kurt and he was keeping his end of the bargain, good or bad. Blaine rarely did anything away from Kurt. A few tears escaped his blue gray sad eyes. He whispered to himself, "Dr. Stewart's right. Blaine never does anything for himself." Kurt's realization that Blaine spent about 90% of the time with Kurt, taking care of Kurt, kissing Kurt hit him on the head like a sledgehammer. He gave his entire life up to be with him. All the things he used to love about Dalton were now just fond memories for him. Kurt kneeled in front of the mirror still holding the Dalton Blazer. He could barely look at himself anymore. Blaine was selfless, not selfish. He does everything just for Kurt.

Kurt cried, but it was for a different reason this time. He cried because he didn't feel like he deserved Blaine. Blaine was so big and full of life. He came to McKinley and was relegated to dancing in the back half the time. Sure Blaine still got solos, but many of them were shared with others but he was one of the numbers dancing in the back a lot of the time. At Dalton, he was everything. They built everything around him.

"KURT!" Blaine yelled as he walked into the house. "KURT!"

Kurt dreaded looking Blaine in the eyes. He didn't want to see the pain and hurt in them, so he didn't answer hoping to prolong the time. He wanted to see them happy, like when he was at Dalton. He listened as he knew the inevitable would happen. He heard Blaine walking up the stairs and he braced himself for what he would see when he finally came face to face with Blaine.

"Kurt." Blaine found him in the closet holding the Dalton uniform. "What're you doing?"

Blaine looked sad and Kurt feared that it was regret. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

"What are you sorry for?" Blaine sat down cross legged in front of Kurt as he took the Dalton uniform from his hands and laid it down next to him. "What were you doing with my Dalton Blazer?" He paused as he stared into the sad glassy tear filled eyes. "Kurt?"

"I'm sorry you left everything you love to come to McKinley. You were right. You were everything at Dalton. They built every harmony around your voice. Everything was sung in your key. You were a star and now you're just Blaine. Blaine, who gets solos sometimes and gets to dance with the chorus in the back."

Blaine stroked his cheek gently. "I get to see you every day. I get to be with you. That's way better than any of that other stuff."

"You deserve solo's Blaine. You're beautiful up on stage. You're a true performer."

"So are you. You deserved this Kurt. You and Santana deserved it." Blaine kissed him gingerly hoping for a response and he got one. Kurt kissed him back. Blaine looked down at the carpet and picked at it a little while he spoke. "I'm sorry that I didn't focus on your win today. I really wanted this for my senior year. I was ready to perform and Rachel refused to listen to me. I should have pushed harder if I wanted it, but you know what?" Blaine smiled a little half smile and looked up at Kurt.

Kurt sighed. "What?"

"You were so good that I wanted you to win this. The selfish me would have told Rachel what to do and wouldn't stop until she relented. I just really knew that you deserved it more than I did."

"You're not selfish Blaine. You are the least selfish person I know. Dr. Stewart was right about you. You never do anything for yourself. You have given so much to me, but when do you get to do things for you?" Kurt stared into the hazel orbs.

"I did the most important thing for me. I came here to live with you." Blaine shrugged before he was covered in Kurt. His beautiful, hot boyfriend Kurt launched himself on top of Blaine toppling them both over.

"I love you." Kurt kissed Blaine as the unshed tears finally fell from his eyes.

"I love you too." Blaine pulled away to wipe the tears that fell. "Stop crying. I'm happy. I'm happy to be here with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You think I don't do things for myself, but you're wrong. I'm happy. It makes me happy to be with you. The most important thing I do for myself is you." Kurt looked at him and smiled and then laughed. Blaine laughed too. "You know what I mean."

"I'm sorry if my mind is in the gutter, but I started thinking that I do you too." They both laid on the floor just looking at each other laughing and enjoying the light air that replaced all the worry.

Blaine decided to take a quick shower, because after Kurt left him at school he started to walk home. He had walked about a mile before Finn and Puck found him and drove him the rest of the way home. Kurt started dinner while he showered. As he descended the stairs he could smell the chicken in the oven and he could hear Kurt humming while he cut something else. What he wasn't prepared for when he rounded the corner to the kitchen was the sight he would see. Kurt stood behind the counter with just an apron on. He was cutting cucumbers for a salad bowl that sat next to him on the counter. Blaine's jaw dropped open at the sight of Kurt's round ass peeking out from the apron as he moved his hands on the counter.

Kurt was majestic as he quickly diced carrots, cucumbers and onions and tossed them into the salad bowl. He was a vision without the fact that he was naked under that apron. Kurt turned around to find Blaine staring at him with his jaw slack. "If you don't close your mouth, a fly might fly in it." Blaine didn't respond. Kurt smirked as he picked up the two salad bowls and walked passed Blaine to put them on the table. The front of Kurt's apron was beginning to tent as a result of Blaine's reaction to him. On his way back into the kitchen, Kurt tapped Blaine's jaw shut.

"Um.. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt flirted. "Dinner's got about forty more minutes. I just got the chicken into the oven. Do you want to something to drink? Water?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt's obvious nonchalant flirtation. He decided to play along. "Water's fine." Blaine reached into the cabinet pulling out two wine glasses. "lemon?"

"Sure, can you cut it?" Kurt crossed to the refrigerator and bent over completely exposing his round ass as the apron draped forward.

Blaine's mouth watered because for one, Kurt's ass was gorgeous and firm. Second, he was gay and wanted to reach over and grab said ass, part those pale soft cheeks and shove his cock into the tight hot heat that he knew awaited him. "I can do that." Blaine said in response to the question, yet in his mind he knew he was going to do that very soon. Kurt returned to the counter with the lemon and Blaine grabbed a new knife. He had yet to touch Kurt, but now he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Kurt was cutting a potato up and Blaine pushed his body right up against Kurt's back. Blaine's arms came around each side of Kurt as he pinned Kurt's body between him and the counter. He took the knife from Kurt's hand and laid it gently on the counter and picked up his own knife and began to slice the lemon. Blaine's hot breath ghosted over Kurt's ear. "Do you think these need to be thicker?" he said referring to the lemon slices.

"I think they're just right."

Blaine bucked his now hard cock against Kurt's bare ass. Kurt could feel how hard Blaine was. He moaned as he felt it rub against his ass. Blaine couldn't keep his hands off any longer. He put down the lemon and knife and ran his hands down Kurt's hips to his ass caressing and gently squeezing. "Your ass is beautiful Kurt. It's all mine too." Blaine smirked at the thought of it.

"Yes. It's yours Blaine. Only you can touch."

"I'm going to do more than touch it." Blaine's voice was thick with want and promise.

"Oh. Yessss." Kurt's eyes fell shut. Blaine pushed the food on the counter away and pressed Kurt's hands to the cool surface.

"Keep your hands here. No touching yourself or me." Blaine commanded thickly.

"Mmmhmm." Kurt nodded with his response.

"I'm going to fuck you right here." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear gaining a whine at the promise he made. He untied the apron and pulled it over Kurt's head tossing it aside. Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pushing them down to his ankles and kicking them off. He kissed Kurt's thighs and then his ass cheeks. Kurt shivered. "You want me to fuck you right here, don't you?"

"Yesssss. Fuck me Blaine." Kurt hissed out with his eyes shut waiting for whatever was next. Blaine left for just a second which Kurt knew as to probably retrieve the lube from the bathroom. "Please Blaine." Kurt was rock hard.

Blaine pushed Kurt forward so that his upper body was laid out on the counter. "Hold on to the counter." As it turned out, when Kurt laid his upper body on the counter, he could grip the other side of the counter. He could feel the lube trickling down his crack as Blaine's fingers caught it and began to massage at his hole. Kurt whined in desperation. "I'll take care of you Kurt,. I always will, baby."

Blaine worked his entrance and slipped two fingers in immediately. Kurt clenched down around his fingers moaning loudly. Blaine slowly moved his fingers in and out getting Kurt used to the intrusion. Kurt started to push his ass back against Blaine's hand wanting more. "Baby, please?"

"What do you want Kurt?"

"I want you to fuck me." Kurt whined in a breathy gravelly voice.

Blaine smiled as he removed his fingers and lubed up his cock. He lined himself up with Kurt's entrance and slowly pushed in reveling in the tightness he felt around his cock. "God Kurt, you feel so good all the time. I don't think I'll ever get tired of being inside you."

"I hope not because if feels so fucking good right now." He panted as Blaine had already begun to move at a swift pace while his hand wrapped around Kurt's cock stroking him to his motions. "Fuck Blaine. Feels good." Blaine adjusted his position a little to try to line up with where Kurt's prostate would be at. He needed to find it for Kurt. He strived to make Kurt feel good. "Oh Fuck!" Blaine felt comfort in the fact that he found the spot. "Keep going right there and I'm going to come."

Blaine continued at his pace fucking Kurt as Kurt begged for more. Suddenly, Blaine lifted Kurt's hips and removed himself. Kurt whined at the empty feeling. "I'm not done with you Baby."

Blaine turned Kurt around and lifted his legs to his shoulders and laid Kurt on his back on the counter as he reentered Kurt. Kurt was grasping for the same counter edge as he moved his arms over his head and caught the counter overhang. Blaine rubbed his nipples as he pounded Kurt hard and with long strokes. "I love you so much Kurt. Don't ever leave me again baby."

"I.. Fuck.. I Promise." Kurt gasped with each penetrating stroke. His mind was swimming in the sound of flesh upon flesh. Kurt barely knew he was in the kitchen. He wanted Blaine's cock inside him, pounding him, punishing him. "More, Blaine, More."

Blaine continued his pace but pulled Kurt's hips closer to the edge as held Kurt right there almost pulling Kurt onto his cock with every thrust inside. "So tight.. so good Baby. I love you."

"I'm going to come Blaine." Blaine pulled out and stretched his lips around Kurt's cock just as he started to come. Blaine stroked him while swallowing Kurt's warm seed. He sucked and licked Kurt's head. Kurt's hands found the curls and held tight until he felt like he could breathe again. "You need to get back inside me." Kurt smiled at him.

"If you insist, sweetheart."

"I insist." Kurt responded sweetly.

Blaine thrust inside no longer holding back. He pushed hard and fast. Kurt moaned as he relaxed again around Blaine's cock. It wasn't long before Blaine's hips stuttered just a little and then felt the warmth of Blaine filling him up. Blaine was spent as he collapsed on top of Kurt not bothering to pull out. "You're amazing baby." Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck kissing sweetly as his breathing slowed to a normal pace. "I love you so much Kurt. I hate fighting with you and I'm sorry I yelled."

"It's okay Blaine. We're not perfect. We're going to fight, but I know it will always come down to us. We love each other too much to let any fight last too long." Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head.

"beep..beep..beep.."

"Crap. That's dinner." Blaine pulled out and placed Kurt's legs down.

"Don't move. I need to wipe you off." Blaine was rushing because the beeping continued. He grabbed a towel and wiped Kurt off.

"Just wipe Blaine. I don't want the chicken to burn."

Blaine wiped quickly and Kurt rushed naked to take the chicken out. "Oh.. thank God. It's perfect." Blaine just laughed at Kurt standing there naked holding the pan of chicken. Kurt looked down. I need to wipe again and then get some clothes on. Can you get this to the table?"

"Go on gorgeous." Blaine pulled his jeans on and started to transfer the chicken to plates.

After dinner, Kurt set a big foam poster board up on an easel. "Here is the list of invites."

Blaine looked cross-eyed at the board. "What is this?"

"This is a list with check boxes on the side. We have to check off each person we mail an invitation to, we have to check each person as we receive responses, list the number of people to each party and finally assign a table for dinner."

"Okay, I think I have it." Blaine shrugged. It was a good thing that Kurt was handling all of this.

Kurt flipped the board to the other side to show a map of the seating and names that he knew would definitely be there. "Then we just need to fill in names on the seating map as we get responses. This will keep us organized and on top of things."

"When do we get invitation?"

"We get them in two weeks. That's what I gave to your mom and Ellen to get me the addresses for all of these people."

"Okay. So do you need me for anything else?" Blaine wasn't interested at all.

"Nope. We need to go to Boston soon to solidify the photographer and videographer."

"Oh.. Okay. How about after we get the invites. Then we can bring them to show my grandmother." Blaine was ready to just chill the rest of the night.

"That sounds like a good plan." Kurt smiled at the board. There were only a few more odds and ends to settle before they had to sit and just wait.