Chapter 18

The date with Blaine had been great fun. They had eaten at a great restaurant, it wasn't too fancy but the food was delicious and the atmosphere had been friendly. Kurt didn't have a performance that night so they had gone to the cinema to watch the latest romantic comedy. They had sat at the back and though they hadn't gone any further than chaste kissing it had been wonderful. Kurt had rested against Blaine who had held Kurt's slight frame against him. They had shared a bag of popcorn and gone through every single clich� of movie dates. It was cheesy but neither of them could bring themselves to care!

They walked hand in hand back to Blaine's apartment. Kurt had been about to say goodbye when Blaine interrupted him. "Would you like to come in for a coffee?" Blaine asked.

"Don't you think we've been through enough clich�s for one night? Also, I'm not sure I'm ready for that," Kurt blushed.

"No, no I didn't mean it like that. I literally mean coffee, nothing else. That makes it not a clich� because I actually mean coffee. I remember just how you like it," Blaine said giving Kurt his puppy dog eyes.

"What about Mercedes? It's late and I wouldn't want to wake her up," Kurt asked.

"Oh she won't be back for another hour yet. She always stays out quite late when she's with Malcolm. Come on, Kurt, you know you love my coffee," Blaine finished with a wink.

"Oh fine then, two things I can't resist; coffee and your puppy dog eyes and you used them both. Not fair, Blaine, not fair," but Kurt contradicted himself by smiling.

Blaine took Kurt's hand and gently led him up the stairs to the apartment. Kurt remembered the apartment well from his last visit though he hadn't gone back since the night Mercedes arrived from America. Some things had changed a little. There was evidence of Mercedes living there only not as much as you would expect; Kurt guessed this must be because of the amount of time she was spending with Malcolm.

Blaine turned the radio on and put a kettle to boil. Kurt sat down on the love seat near the table.

"Why London, Blaine?" Kurt asked, "You never quite got round to telling me why you moved half way across the world."

Blaine left the kettle and came over to sit next to Kurt. He put his hand, very gently, on Kurt's knee, "When I realised that I'd lost you, I realised that I couldn't look at you anymore without feeling pain. I couldn't deal with you being within touching distance and I could never close the gap, so I left at the earliest time I could. I transferred to Dalton and deliberately picked a college course I knew you would never choose. But it didn't work out for me. We are too much alike so a course that wouldn't suit you also didn't suit me. So, to do the course I wanted, I moved to England because I knew you'd have your heart set on New York. I stayed here ever since.

"It all sounds so stupid now, but back then you were all I ever thought about. You were the last thing I thought about as I went to sleep and the first thing when I woke up. Even when I was with Jayden I was picturing being with you instead. I guess that's why we would never have made it as a couple. You've always been with me, Kurt, not in physical form but always in my heart. Because however much of my soul I give to another after you I can never give it all because I left most of it with you. My heart, Kurt, will always be yours."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes; he didn't say anything for a long time. All Blaine could see of Kurt's emotions was a solitary tear slowly making its way down his face. Blaine very slowly lifted up one of his hands to wipe the tear away. Kurt leaned forward and into Blaine, holding Blaine's head in his hands.

Their lips met, gentle at first but soon it turned into an open-mouthed kiss. It was something else then, not quite passion, there was too much tenderness but it was getting there. They were slowly starting to trust each other more. When they broke apart for air Kurt leaned in further, curling himself into Blaine's chest. Blaine just held him close.

The radio was still playing in the background but Blaine and Kurt ignored it to begin with

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?

"I think this just got clich� despite your best intentions, Blaine," Kurt muttered into Blaine's hair

"It's only cheesy if we sing it," Blaine countered into Kurt's ear.

"I think a little cheese can be nice as long as it's only every now and then," Kurt whispered.

"Well in that case," Blaine murmured standing up and starting to sing the next verse.

I believe it's meant to be, darling
I watch when you are sleeping, you belong to me

Kurt laughed, Blaine's voice was definitely made for this song, Kurt decided he better take over a least until Blaine sorts out his octave. So he started to sing the next couple of lines.

Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

After that they seemed to slip into an easy duet, Blaine singing a couple of octaves lower, of course, but it worked.

Say my name, sun shines through the rain Blaine Belted out.

A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain Kurt finished just a loudly but in his higher tone.

I don't want to lose this feeling they both belted out the final line of the chorus together, their voices which on their own seemed mismatched coming together in a beautiful harmony.

They repeated the chorus before Kurt launched into a repeat of the first verse.

Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?

Kurt took Blaine's hand before placing it on his own heart.

Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Blaine took Kurt's hands as he took over the verse. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. They didn't bother singing the rest of the song. Most of it was background singers anyway and their divaness would certainly not allow either of them to sing the background part whatever the circumstances. So instead they let the music take them over. Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine; it wasn't as heated as the one before but it carried with it so much love. They stayed kissing in Blaine's kitchen for the rest of the song, their hands still clasped together. Kurt didn't care that it what probably the most clich� thing they'd done in an evening full of clich�s, it didn't matter. Being with Blaine and kissing Blaine; that was what mattered.

They were both sad when the song finished, the kettle had boiled. It felt as though the song had been their time for romance and now that it had past they had to go back to their lives. Neither of them wanted to but it had to be done. So dropped each other's hands and Kurt went back to sitting on the love seat while Blaine went to pour the coffee.

When the coffee was made Blaine came and sat next to Kurt, he handed the coffee to Kurt. Kurt drank it slowly and Blaine followed his example. Neither of them felt the need to say anything, it was a comfortable silence. The radio continued to play but neither of them where familiar with the songs.

When they both finished the coffee Blaine took Kurt's mug to wash it up.

"Let me help," Kurt said standing up quickly.

"No it's fine, only will take a couple of minutes," Blaine answered.

When he finished Blaine sat back on the love seat with Kurt; the silence that before had been so content had now become uncomfortable. Kurt decided something must be done.

"You know," he began shyly, gaining Blaine's attention, "there are plenty more cheesy love songs on youtube."

"Are you saying it would be OK to make a night of all the clich�s and start a fresh tomorrow?"

"Definitely," Kurt answered.

So with that they headed off the Blaine's room. They took it it turns to pick a song, sometimes they would sing along, other times they would just listen but most of the time they would dance along. Slow dancing to the slow dances and random goofy dancing to all the faster ones. Eventually they started picking songs from their high shool years.

Blaine went first with Teenage Dream. He started to dance circles around Kurt, giving him flirtacious winks and smiles. Kurt just laughed and gave Blaine a quick kiss and cuddle at the end.

"So we're playing it like that are we?" he asked cheekily before putting When I Get You Alone On. Blaine groaned while Kurt just laughed.

After slow dancing to Somewhere Only we Know, laughing at Don't You Want Me, and goofing around to Misery; Kurt put Candles on. The atmosphere seemed to shift slightly. Kurt had only meant it in a fun way but when he heard the starting lyrics he realised how the song that they had sung when they started their romance had turned into their life story.

the powerlines went out
And I am all alone
But I don't really care at all
not answering my phone
all the games you played , the promises you made
couldn't finish what you started only darkness still remains
lost sight, couldn't see
When it was you and me
blow the candles out , looks like a solo tonight
I beginning to see the light
blow the candles out ,looks like a solo tonight
but I think I'll be alright

"But I wasn't alright," Kurt murmured.

Blaine came up to him from behind, "I can't believe I was so stupid as to pick this song for us to sing. What was I on?" He gave a nervous laugh before noticing Kurt's tears. "Don't cry, Kurt. It's just a song. Do you want me to change it?" Blaine asked.

"No, leave it," Kurt whispered.

been black and blue before
there's no need to explain
I am not the jaded kind playback's such a waste
you're invisible , invisible to me , my wish is coming true erase the memory of your face
lost sight
couldn't see , when it was you and me !
blow the candles out , looks like a solo tonight
I beginning to see the light
blow the candles out , looks like a solo tonight
but I think I'll be alright!
One day
you will wake up
with nothing but "you're sorrys "
and someday
you will get back
everything you gave me !
blow the candles out , looks like a solo tonight
I beginning to see the light
blow the candles out , looks like a solo tonight
but I think I'll be alright !

Kurt buried his face in Blaine chest and let the tears fall. It wasn't right, they'd been so happy why did he have to pick such a stupid song and ruin it? He felt Blaine's hands either side of his face, gently pulling.

"Kurt, look at me," Blaine murmured quietly. Kurt obeyed; looking into Blaine's eyes with his own tear stained ones. "It doesn't have to be like that. We're not that song. We can change the lyrics, re-write it. You understand me, Kurt, we can change the final chapter in the book."

Kurt nodded slowly, a small smile gracing his lips. Blaine placed a chaste kiss on his slightly wet lips.

Blaine hugged him close, "Now how about a new song, this isn't as cheesy as it could be."

They spent a few more songs in the same cheesy way before they went back to the love seat to chat about anything and everything. It was just like time had been frozen since they broke up in high school. They talked like they had known each other forever and so many things had not been forgotten. Blaine still knew about Kurt's passion for fashion and Kurt still knew about Blaine's obsession with pink sunglasses and Harry Potter. Kurt never realised how late it was or how tried he felt; it was just so nice to be spending time with Blaine.

Mercedes arrived back later than usual. The house was silent as she came to the conclusion that Blaine must be asleep as usual. Her date with Malcolm had been great but it was starting to annoy her that he never seemed to want to go any further than kiss her cheek and whenever she tried to kiss him he would turn his head to the side. He always said how beautiful she was so why wouldn't he kiss her? Mercedes sighed, she guessed she just have to have patience.

Mercedes headed to the kitchen to get coffee, she was greeted with an adorable sight. Kurt and Blaine had fallen asleep on the love seat. Kurt was resting on top of Blaine with his head curled into the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine's arms were still hugging Kurt's waist and his head was bent slightly down as though he had fallen asleep kissing the top of Kurt's head. Their legs were wrapped around each other's; it was one of the most beautiful things Mercedes had ever seen. If love could be symbolised if a single picture, Mercedes thought that that scene there should be the one to do it.

Mercedes didn't get herself any coffee instead she went straight to bed for fear of disturbing them.