Aug. 5, 2011, 6:04 a.m.
What Spying Can Lead To : Chapter 15
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While his home life was better than it was, his father trying his best, he was still left to his own devices most of the time. Ben and Rebecca flew straight from L.A. to Honolulu; from there they were flying to Australia, so being with a family made him feel so much better.
Once dinner was finished, Kurt took his hand and lead him outside. “How about we go out for dessert?” he asked looking shyly at his boyfriend. Blaine hadn’t seen this look in a while from this boy, and it made his heart race, he just looked so coy.
They arrived at Breadstix, after the dinner rush had ended and were seated fairly quickly. After the waitress brought their drink and took their order, Kurt’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest. He was nervous and excited.
“Give me your hand.” He tells Blaine, trying to keep his voice steady. Blaine placed his hand lovingly in his boyfriends. As soon as Kurt grasp it, he looked Blaine deeply in his eyes. “Blaine Anderson,” he said preparing himself for every possible reaction to his question, “Will you… go to prom with me?”
Blaine sat there, waffling between excitement and fear. He really wanted to do this for his boyfriend, with his boyfriend, but he couldn’t shake the memory of the last dance he tried to attend. “Kurt…” that is all that comes out of his mouth, he has so much to say and he can see hurt cross through his boyfriends eyes, but nothing else will come out.
“You… don’t want to go to prom with me?” Kurt says and the hurt is clearly evident in his voice.
“It’s not that, it’s just… I never told you what happened at my old school, the real reason I left.” Blaine pauses, trying to decide how much he wants to divulge. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Kurt, or want to share everything with Kurt, he just doesn’t want to have to relive it. But Kurt is waiting there, ready to listen, wanting to hear what could keep Blaine away from such a romantic night with him.
“Right after I came out, there was a Sadie Hawkins dance. I asked one of my friends who was also out, to go with me. I mean we were just friends, but we both really wanted to go. Everything was going great and we had a great time.” He takes another deep breath trying to stead himself. “But then while we were waiting for his dad to pick us up. These three guys, they were seniors, on the football team, they beat the crap out of us. Daniel was in a coma for three days. I was pretty messed up too, broke three ribs, one of them punctured my lung. They broke my wrist and my ankle. The whole time they were screaming things at us, I just… I don’t know if I can Kurt.”
Kurt could feel the tears stinging the corner of his eyes, but tried to hold them in. “I am so sorry, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can go to a play or a movie anything you want. I understand.”
Blaine was getting angry with himself, Kurt deals with the people at his school every day, he feels like such a coward.
“I want to go with you Kurt, I just… I’m scared.” Silence hung over the two of them as the waitress laid their cheesecake in front of them.
Once the waitress was gone Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, and opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine cut him off. “You know what, I am tired of running away. I am tired of letting my fear dictate how I live my life. I want you to be honest with me, is prom, is it something that is important to you?”
Kurt lowered his head so he was speaking more to the table, “It is something I thought I would never have. I had given up hope of dancing with a boy, let alone my boyfriend at my prom. I didn’t think there was any way I could find someone as proud and as wonderful as you are while I was still in high school. You are more important to me than a dance with fabulously tacky decorations.”
“Kurt Hummel, I would be delighted to accompany you to prom.” Blaine said squeezing Kurt’s hand. Kurt looked up into his boyfriends face and such joy and excitement shown in his beautifully expressive eyes. “I just need you to help me be brave.”
Kurt kissed Blaine’s hand over the table and told him, “Just remember, there is nothing they can do to us to touch us, or what we have. I love you.”
“God, I love you too Kurt.” Blaine said, hardly able to believe the extraordinary boy sitting across from them.
They ate their dessert talking about prom, what they would wear, what they would do, flowers, and wondering what band Figgins would hire.
Monday, Blaine kept getting distracted at school, half the time he was freaking out over his prom plans, and the other half he was freaking out over going to prom all together. Wes and David noticed Blaine’s distressed state, it was hard to miss it, especially when he sat in their English class instead of Biology.
They excused themselves from class(it is great being a rock star in High School) and escorted Blaine into the empty Warblers hall.
“Okay, spill it, what is up with you?” David said placing Blaine on a couch between the two upperclassmen.
“Kurt asked me to prom, and I just don’t want him to be hurt, And should I rent a limo, what kind of tux should I rent, because you know Kurt is going to look great. And what if the bullies start something. Should I buy him a boutonniere or should we buy them together so they match. What will I do if someone does somethi…” Blaine rambled before Wes clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Breath.” He said before removing his hand. “Why are you freaking out so much? Everything will be fine I’m sure.”
Blaine hung his head, “How do you know? It is not unheard of for gay guys to be beaten for this kind of thing.”
David clapped Blaine on the back, “But you aren’t really going to be alone, the New Directions will be there, and so will Nick. They won’t stand around and watch you get hurt. And you won’t let anything happen to Kurt. Kurt won’t let anything happen to you. You have just got to focus on the other parts of your rant.”
So the three of them came up with a plan for prom night, and Blaine started really getting excited for the night.
In Glee that day Kurt had mixed feelings about performing at prom. A large part of him wanted to just dance the night away and have fun, but he also couldn’t resist performing either. They brainstormed about ideas for songs to perform, and even a few to have played when they were taking breaks.
Once Glee club was over the girls cornered Kurt, practically begging him to take them dress shopping the next day after school. He agreed and then rushed out the door. He had a lot to do before Saturday and he needed to go to the fabric store before he did anything else.
Kurt knew just what he wanted to do, with all of the fuss over the recent Royal wedding, Kurt knew just what would be trending in the fashion world. Since they were an old staple in formal wear, he knew that he wouldn’t look dated when he looked back at his prom pictures. He just needed to put his own Kurt Hummel twist on everything.
He searched through the rows and rows of bolts of fabric, selecting just the right materials for each piece, even the lining had to be perfect. Kurt was in his element, looking at material and seeing its potential instead of just a piece of cloth. The accents took even more time to decide on but in the end, he knew he had more than enough to work with. He just needed to run home and get started sketching and planning the ultimate outfit of his teenage life.
That night when Blaine called Kurt, he sounded busy and distracted. Blaine kept the conversation short and just told Kurt he would organize everything before prom, if Kurt would pick out the flowers. Kurt was ecstatic at the idea.
Prom shopping was brilliant with the girls, somehow Lauren Zizes, who had agreed to go with Puck, was there too.
“It’s too bad you don’t have a date, Kurt.” Lauren said after he had helped her pick out a beautiful navy blue dress.
“I do have a date, thank you very much.” He told her, trying hard not to dislike her for her assumption.
“Oh really? Who?” She asked sounding doubtful.
Kurt looked at her trying to decide if it was prejudice or if she just didn’t know much about Kurt. He decided it was probably the latter, “My boyfriend, his name is Blaine and he goes to a private school.”
“Yeah, he’s hot.” Tina said, then giggled when everyone looked at her. “What?” she continued, “He is. I think Kurt and Blaine are the sexiest couple ever.”
Kurt blushed a deep crimson that matched the dress Santana just appeared in. “Absolutely stunning.” He told Santana, “Red is a really great color for you. And who is your lucky date?” He asked admiring Santana’s dress.
“Me.” Brittany said almost skipping out in a short green poufy dress that on anyone else would have looked absurd, but just seemed to fit Brit’s personality.
“Really?” Kurt squeaked. “that is epic, just like that dress Brittany. And the red underskirt just matches Santana’s dress. I approve.”
Santana threw him a threatening look that turned into a thankful smile as he continued to beam between her and Brittany.
Soon he had all of the girls situated with their prom look, not letting any of them leave with something that wasn’t absolutely perfect and a perfect match for them. “Well I must be off, I have my own outfit to work on.” He told the group as he grabbed his bag.
“Oh, what are you wearing?” Mercedes asked.
“Sorry, top secret, but I can guarantee that I will be the best dressed guy in Lima Saturday night.” He told them with a smile.
“You always are, Kurt.” Rachel told him.
Blaine booked the Limo, and made reservations at the new Sushi restaurant outside of Lima. Kurt had texted him earlier, telling him he might be able to get him a discount for his tux, from a friend of his dad’s so he was going to see about that tomorrow. With all of the planning, Blaine really began to get excited about the silly romantic night that was Junior Prom.
Kurt sat in his room with his sewing machine and craft table out, working diligently on his outfit. He carefully constructed the jacket, making sure each seam and hem was perfect. He knew this was going to be the hardest part to sew. By the time he was ready to add the accents, Kurt was please with his work. He had worked so meticulously that it looked like it had been bought at a high end boutique. Kurt himself wanted to search it for its label.
As he began on the bottom, he had to construct a pleating board to make sure every line was perfect. Hours he spent tucking ,ironing and pinning until he was finally ready to start on each seam. As midnight rolled around, he was almost finished with his whole prom ensemble. He couldn’t wait to show Blaine, Finn and his parents what he had done the next day. As he drifted off to sleep, he tried to think about what he could sing at the prom himself. Just before sleep overtook him a melody began to flow through his brain.
Wednesday, the last day the boys would be seeing each other before the big night came in a flurry of activity. Kurt proposed his song to Shue that day, and asked if Blaine could sing a song as well. Shue was excited about the boy’s choices. Kurt assured Mr. Shuester that Blaine would have no problem with his song, and was planning on picking Kurt up form Glee so that he could rehearse with the band if he needed to.
Kurt made sure to swear the glee club to secrecy over his own song, and arrange with Noah and Finn to back him up on guitar and the drums before Blaine could get there. He wanted his number to be a surprise for his boyfriend.
Kurt sat with Mercedes watching Blaine run through “I Won’t Teach Your Boyfriend to Dance” with the bad. Kurt couldn’t help but smile at how goofy yet sexy and entrancing his boyfriend looked giving the song his all. Mr. Shue was enthusiastic at the performance as was Mercedes. Kurt just beamed at his amazing boyfriend.
“What are you singing?” Blaine asked as they walked out to his car.
“Oh, you’ll see, but come on I want to show you my outfit. I can’t wait until you see it, I mean it isn’t finished yet, but it is amazing if I do say so myself.”
“Did you get it from your dad’s friend?” Blaine asked opening Kurt’s door.
“No silly,” Kurt said sliding into his seat, “I designed and sew the whole thing myself.”
Once they made it home Kurt hurried up to his room to change, leaving Blaine in the living room with his dad and Finn. He gave himself one final look before almost bouncing down the stairs. He heard his father saying something about half off their tuxedos before stepping into the door frame.
“Well I don’t need half of my outfit.” He said spinning around to show it off from all angles.
“Why because you are already missing half?” Burt said with a chuckle.
“I like it.” Finn added , “It’s like gay Braveheart.”
While this wasn’t exactly the look Kurt was going for the complement coming from Finn meant a lot to him. But then his dad started talking about it being over the top and only doing it for attention. While Kurt knew Burt loved and supported him, he also knew that his father didn’t understand just what fashion really meant to him.
“Well, what do you think Blaine?” He asked.
“While I think it may be a little risky, I think that it is perfect.” Blaine said with a smile plastered on his face. Kurt searched his face looking for a hint of disapproval, or fear lurking behind his hazel eyes but only found pride.
“Thank you.” Kurt said, wanting to say so much more. Wanting to tell Blaine how much it meant to him that he approved, that he was willing to take the risk of going with him, even in his kilt. He wanted to thank him for appreciating the hard work and thought that he put into his outfit. But most of all he wanted to thank him for simply being him and loving him. But he only said, “Thank you.”
After Kurt had changed back into his school clothes, Blaine sat in his room with him, watching Kurt put the finishing touches on the outfit. Blaine fingered the jacket and said, “You really did an amazing job. You are so talented and so full of surprises.”
“Thank you,”Kurt said again. “and thank you for backing me up down there, I know that the things my dad said couldn’t have been easy to hear, but thank you for standing by me.”
“Always.” Blaine told him, before leaning in for a kiss. A few minutes later when he pulled away he whispered, “I love you Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt smiled softly, “I love you too. But you had better go if you are going to get your tux and I have to finish this.” Ten minutes later Blaine was out the door headed to the Tuxedo store hoping to find something worthy to wear with Kurt Hummel on his arm.
Before anyone knew it, Saturday had arrived. Kurt was at Rachel’s house first thing in the morning giving beauty treatments to her and Mercedes. They in turn gave him a facial and hair treatment. Kurt pulled Mercedes hair into an intricate knot on the back of her head. Her makeup was reminiscent of old Hollywood beauties with smoky eyes and red lips. For Rachel he gave her a head of messy curls with one side pulled back with a flower in her hair. Her makeup was subtle, playing with her natural beauty. Mercedes was drama, Rachel was playful, it worked well with the dresses each had chosen. With just over two hours to get ready himself, he rushed home.
Blaine looked himself in the mirror one last time, making sure each hair was in place. He packed his tuxedo into his car, not wanting to wear it for the two hour car ride to Lima. He would change at Puck’s house, where he had arranged the Limo to meet him to go pick up Kurt. He had just over three hours before he would see the love of his life.
At Puck’s Blaine put on his carefully chosen tux on. The jacket was a simple three-button, notched lapel coat with slim black pants and vest. His shirt was crisp white with a lay-down collar. He chose a thin green tie to finish the outfit off. He took a deep breath before turning to leave Puck’s room.
“That is one sharp tux.” Puck said as he emerged into the living room.
“Thanks,” Blaine replied, “That white jacket is really awesome, it is so… you.” He added with a smile.
“Your wheels are here. See you there.” Puck told him with a clap on his back.
Blaine stepped out of the house to see a shiny, black stretched limo parked in front of the house. A large bald man, who looked more like a body guard than a chauffeur, stood by the back door. Blaine had been careful in his selection of Limo companies to ensure that the driver would have no qualms with taking a gay couple to prom. The driver smiled at him as he approached the car, “Mr. Anderson, good evening sir, are you ready to pick up your date?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you.” Blaine said sliding into the back of the car.
Kurt stood in front of his closet mirror, anxiously awaiting Blaine’s arrival. He was ready, but just couldn’t bring himself to descend the stairs. He waited for his doorbell to ring. A few more minutes of staring into his mirror, trying to find any last minute adjustments to be made, he heard the tinkle of the doorbell. Kurt slowly made his way down the stairs, just in time to hear, “Good evening, Mr. Hummel, I’m here to pick up Kurt.”
Burt’s chuckle followed, “Just because you are on your way to prom doesn’t mean you have to go all formal on us, remember it’s Burt.”
Blaine laughed an easy laugh, “Yes sir, I know, it just seemed appropriate for the occasion.”
“Yes, manners are always welcome.” Kurt said as he stepped off the stairs into the hall. Kurt’s breath caught when he saw his handsome boyfriend standing in the hallway.
“Kurt...” Blaine sighed sounding breathless himself, “You look wonderful.”
“You look quite handsome yourself, Mr. Anderson.” Kurt replied closing the distance between them and kissing him lightly.
“Alright, you two, pictures!” Carole announced.
“Just let me get our boutonnieres.” Kurt told her hurrying to the kitchen to retrieve them from the fridge. He came back with pink carnations in silver holders. He handed one to Blaine while pinning the other on Blaine’s lapel with a smile. All the while Carole was snapping pictures of the couple. It was then Blaine’s turn to pin the flower on his boyfriend’s lapel, his fingers fumbled a little bit, but his smile was unwavering as he looked up at Kurt.
Burt stood back watching the boys pose, smiling and laughing for pictures his wife insisted they take. Pride rose itself in his chest watching his son, so happy and proud of himself, so in love. It made his heart clench knowing that his baby boy was growing up, that he was no longer a child, but a fine young man. He then looked over at the boy standing next to him, always so polite, and with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. This may not have been what he pictured when he thought about his son going to prom, it was a hell of a lot better than he could have imagined.
As Blaine led Kurt out of his house, he spotted the black stretch Limo and gasped, “Oh Blaine! You didn’t?”
Blaine smiled, “Of course I did, I couldn’t bring such a handsome date to prom in my little car, you needed something special.”
They made good use of being driven around to hold hands and each other as they made their way to the restaurant. Dinner was perfect, and Kurt felt it was so elegant. The shared various rolls, laughing and feeding each other. Blaine insisted on paying, since it was his idea. Kurt tried to argue that he should pay since it was his prom, but Blaine wouldn’t hear of it.
By the time they made it to the McKinley High School gym, both boys couldn’t have pictured a more perfect evening. They walked arm in arm ignoring any looks thrown their way, they were determined not to let others rule how their evening would go. Inside they saw most of the glee club already dancing with Artie on stage singing ‘Isn’t she lovely’ on stage. Kurt pointed out Santana and Brittany slow dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
“Are they…” Blaine asked with his eyebrows raised.
Kurt couldn’t hide the smile on his face, “I think they have finally. They are here together anyway, officially.”
Mr. Shue approached them, telling Blaine he would be on in half an hour and Kurt in another thirty minutes. They danced and laughed talking to their friends. Nick fit in well with the New Directions and they were all having a wonderful time. Kurt loved watching the crowd cheering for Blaine’s performance; it made his heart swell. When Blaine bounded off stage, Kurt pulled him into a laughing boisterous hug. “You were fantastic! I love you!”
Blaine’s smile was huge, and he led Kurt onto the dance floor. Before Kurt knew it, it was time for him to make it to the stage to prepare for his song. He had been debating with Mr. Shue whether he should sing the song as written or make a few changes to the lyrics. On one hand, he felt like he was hiding himself singing it as written on the other he felt he was asking for trouble if he change the song to be about a boy. Just as he was walking on stage, he had an idea. Kurt nodded to Finn and Puck and let the song begin. He searched out Blaine, looking him straight in the eye, to let him know that this song was for him.
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of your hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through your hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but you don't know he's there
I want you everywhere and if you’re beside me
I know I need never care
But to love you is to need you everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching your eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want you everywhere and if you’re beside me
I know I need never care
But to love you is to need you everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching your eyes and hoping I'm always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
Kurt was a little shocked by the round of applause he received, after all this was the school that tormented him when they thought they could get away with it. He smile and waved at the crowd before bowing and turning to leave the stage. Blaine, who pulled him into a long searing kiss, met him behind the curtain. They had refrained from such blatant displays of affection since leaving the limo. Kurt was shocked but pleased. “That, was beautiful and amazing, just like you. Thank you.” Blaine said after breaking away.
The New Directions gathered around the back of the gym, sometime later awaiting the announcement of Prom Queen and King. They were routing for Quinn and Sam to win, knowing how important it was to Quinn. Figgins walked on stage, two envelopes in his hand.
“And now to announce the 2011 Junior Prom Queen and King. Your prom king is…”He opened one envelope and frowned before turning to the other and opening it. “Sorry it seems the envelopes were mislabeled. Your 2001 prom king is Kurt Hummel.” A smattering of applause rang out as Kurt stood there in shock. Figgins continued, “And your 2011 Prom Queen is Santana Lopez.” Santana sent him a panicked look.
Kurt took her hand and led them to the stage, whispering in her ear, “We both know that this was supposed to be a joke, but the joke is on them. You are queen and I am king and every time they see that in the yearbook, they will remember they FAILED to humiliate us. We won. We own this and they can’t take this away.”
Santana regained her normal attitude, “We own this school Hummel.” She gave him an intense smile as they stepped on stage.
As they received their crowns they smiled as if this was the biggest honor, an honor they were so please to have. Not wanting to give the haters, the bullies what they wanted.
“And now it is time for the King and Queen to have their first dance.” Figgins continued. Mercedes, Tina and Rachel moved onstage to begin singing ‘Dancing Queen’ as Kurt led Santana on to the dance floor. Kurt lead her around the floor in a beautiful dance. As he spun her out, and then back into him, he saw Brittany and Blaine walking up to them. Blaine tapped Santana on the shoulder. “May we cut in?” hw asked gesturing to Brittany and himself.
Santana took Brittany in her arms, proudly, with a look that clearly challenged anyone to dare say anything about it. Kurt enfolded Blaine into his arms and danced with him smiling right into his eyes. “You are an amazing man, Kurt.” Blaine said with a twinkle in his eye.
“I could say the same thing about you. Look at you, you are here with me, in my arms infront of all these people. I love you.”
And to Kurt’s surprise Blaine leaned up and placed a soft chaste kiss to his lips before whispering. “I love you too.”
After a couple of more dances, they left the gym. Kurt and Blaine rode in the Limo back to Kurt’s house, where the rest of New Directions plus Nick were spending the night. A group slumber party, intent on letting one of the most important nights of their teenage lives not end.
Kurt curled up on the couch with Blaine, laughing with their friends, each content in the knowledge that they had won. A failed joke robbed of its power. A past attack eased by a new blissful memory.