“I’m not trying to hurt you!”

“Well, you sure are!”

“Sorry, Mercedes. I’m done.” Kurt slides in the last bobby pin, then steps back to admire his work.

“You didn’t need to pull my hair so hard,” mutters Mercedes, but when she looks in the mirror, her face lights up. “Holy crap! Kurt, it looks amazing!”

“I know. And that’s why you agreed to let me help you get ready for prom.” Kurt gives her a hug.

“Don’t you need to get ready, too?” Mercedes asks.

“Well, I already did my moisturizing routine before you got here.” He gestures to the dozen bottles by his sink. “But yeah, I need to do my hair.” They’re both already dressed. Mercedes is wearing a poofy, ruffly purple dress that goes perfectly with her diva personality. She looks fantastic. “Here, can you hold this?” asks Kurt, handing her a bottle of hairspray.

“Yeah.” She takes it as Kurt combs his hair. “Do you think Anthony will like my dress?”

“Mercedes, don’t be silly. You’re going to be the most beautiful girl at the prom. You look absolutely stunning.”

She giggles. “Okay, I hope you’re right.”

Half an hour later, it’s 7 o’clock- when Kurt and Mercedes had told Blaine and Anthony to come. Kurt’s still not totally ready yet, though.

“Mercedes!! Where is my nail file?!” he practically shrieks, frantically searching his bathroom.

“It’s on your nightstand,” says Mercedes calmly, laying on Kurt’s bed and reading Vogue. “Chill out, you look fine.”

“Yeah, but my nail just cracked!”

“Hun, Blaine isn’t going to mind.”

“It’s not that! It’s all pointy and sharp now, what if I scratch him with it?” Kurt hastily scrapes away at his nail with the emery board.

Just then, the doorbell rings.

“Oh, shit!” Kurt cries.

Mercedes glances out the window. “Don’t worry, it’s Anthony. I’m gonna go get it.” She heads downstairs, leaving Kurt alone with his broken nail.

“Never mind, Blaine’s here, too!” her voice calls from downstairs.

Kurt quickly finishes and tosses the nail file onto the counter. His nail isn’t totally smooth, but it’ll have to do. He glances in the mirror. His skin looks nice and clear and glowing, and his hair is arranged perfectly. And his outfit looks awesome. He can’t help but smile when he looks down at his shoes- the ones Blaine picked out for him.

He races downstairs. Mercedes and Anthony are sitting together in the living room, whispering, and there’s his wonderful boyfriend by the front door, looking super hot in his tux.

“Hey, Blaine,” Kurt says breathlessly.

“Hi, Kurt,” replies Blaine, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around him. “You look fantastic,” he whispers into his ear.

Kurt smiles and presses their lips together.

“You look gorgeous,” Kurt whispers back.

They pull apart, and Blaine says, “I have something for you.”

Kurt cocks his head to the side, puzzled, and Blaine pulls out a small box from his pocket. A boutonniere!

“Oh! I have one for you too,” says Kurt, running to grab his from the kitchen.

Blaine struggles a little trying to pin Kurt’s on him, but he manages not to stab him, thankfully. Kurt, however, has been practicing for this moment for months, and he pins it on effortlessly.

Mercedes and Anthony exchange boutonnieres and corsages too, and then everyones’ parents take about ten thousand photos of the two couples in the front yard. Finally, when Kurt thinks he’s going blind from all the flashes, it’s time to go. It’s 7:15, and they have reservations at Breadstix, where they’re also meeting Finn and Rachel, at 7:30.

The restaurant is packed with McKinley prom couples, but they spot Finn and Rachel at their table quickly, since Rachel’s dress is bright pink. Kurt ends up sitting next to Rachel, and he kind of wants to die. They haven’t said anything to each other about the “dress incident”, as Blaine calls it, all week, but that’s probably because every time Rachel sees Kurt, her face turns bright red and she starts giggling uncontrollably.

However, Finn, who’s totally oblivious to what’s going on with Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine, breaks the ice, and soon they’re all able to relax and enjoy dinner, which is delicious.

Afterwards, they all head to school together. At first Kurt was pissed that their prom was going to be in their gym, but there’s so many streamers and stars and decorations it doesn’t even really look like McKinley High any more. They’re among the first to arrive, and at first the gym is too awkwardly empty to dance, so Kurt and Blaine just kind of sit around and talk. But within fifteen minutes, the room’s packed, and the first song starts to play. The Glee club is performing at prom this year, and first up is Santana, who’s singing “Misery Business” by Paramore.

“This song is so perfect for her,” Kurt laughs to Blaine.

“I know.” Blaine stands up. “Let’s dance!”

So, yes, they dance, and while they do, Kurt describes to Blaine his analyses of everyone’s dresses.

“I think that one wins the prize for skimpiest,” yells Blaine over the music, nodding to Kurt’s left.

“Ew! You can see her butt hanging out!” says Kurt, sticking out his tongue. Blaine suddenly leans forward and bites Kurt’s outstretched tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Kurt squeals, but then they’re kissing, hot and rough, and Blaine’s arms are sinking down Kurt’s waist-

“Stop, we have to stop,” Kurt pants, breaking away.

“But you’re so hot,” Blaine groans.

“We’ll save it for later,” Kurt promises him. “Remember where we’re going after this?”

Blaine grins. “How could I forget?” Yep, after much persuasion, Kurt had convinced his dad into letting them spend the night at a hotel. “It’s tradition,” Kurt had told him. “And it’s not like either of us can get pregnant.”

They go back to dancing, and Blaine catches a glimpse of Quinn Fabray dancing with her date, Sam. “Holy shit!” he exclaims.

“What?”

“Quinn is wearing the same dress that you tried on at the mall!”

Kurt raises his eyebrows and looks behind him. “Ohmygod, you’re right!”

And when Blaine looks a little closer, he realizes that he can see a shiny brown hair on the back of her dress. A hair that happens to be the exact same shade as Kurt’s. Then he remembers how when Kurt put their dresses back, he’d left one little hair behind. He bursts into laughter. It’s the exact same dress.

“What’s so funny?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, nothing,” says Blaine, but he’s still laughing.

“Uh, okay. Hey, what time is it? Aren’t you performing soon?”

Blaine glances at his watch, and jumps. “Oh, crap! You’re right! I’m sorry, Kurt, but I’ve got to go.”

“Wait! Are you going to at least tell me what song you’re doing? You still haven’t told me!”

Blaine presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. “You’ll see.” Kurt groans, and Blaine races backstage.

Soon Santana’s song is over, and now Blaine’s walking to center stage. Kurt makes his way to the front of the crowd so he can watch him better.

The guitars start playing, and Blaine says into the microphone, “I’m dedicating this song to my wonderful boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. I love you.”

Holy shit!

Kurt gasps and claps his hands over his mouth with surprise, and pretty much every girl in the room sighs, “Awww!”

Blaine starts singing.

You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down

Teenage Dream! The first song Blaine ever sang to Kurt, that first time they met at Dalton!

Before you met me
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine

Kurt can’t stop blushing as he dances to the beat.

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever

And right when the chorus starts, Blaine catches Kurt’s eye, and winks.

Okay, yeah, now Kurt can die.

You make me
Feel like I'm living a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

When the song ends, Kurt’s jumping up and down, screaming and clapping louder than anyone else. Blaine beams down at him, and gestures for Kurt to come onstage with him. So Kurt takes his outstretched hand and hops onto the stage, where they share a tight embrace in front of everyone. Some girl in the back shrieks, “GO KLAINE!!!”

“C’mon, let’s go,” says Blaine, pulling Kurt by the hand backstage. He suddenly presses Kurt against some wall, and dark curtains curl around them as they kiss.

“You were amazing,” Kurt murmurs between kisses. “Absolutely amazing.”

“The look on your face was priceless,” teases Blaine.

“Oh, shush.” Kurt kisses the tip of his nose.

“Will you be my teenage dream, Kurt?”

“Sounds good to me,” replies Kurt, moving his lips back to circle Blaine’s ear. “Except I’d rather be your forever dream.”

“You’ve always been my forever dream,” Blaine whispers, shuddering when Kurt licks slowly at his earlobe.

“Let’s go all the way tonight,” Kurt breathes into his ear.

“No regrets, just Klaine,” Blaine moans.

Kurt can’t help but burst into laughter. At first it kind of ruins the moment, but then Blaine’s laughing too, and they’re hugging again.

“I love you so much,” Blaine giggles.

“I love you too, just as much. C’mon, we should probably go back.”

They untangle themselves from the curtains and make their way back to the dance floor. The next song has started- it’s Artie singing “Kids” by MGMT. After that, it’s time to announce the prom king and queen.

The candidates line up on stage: Finn and Rachel, Lauren and Puck, and Sam and Quinn. Blaine has to bite his lip to hold back his laughter every time he looks at Quinn’s dress, remembering how hot Kurt looked in it.

"Who do you think will win?" Blaine asks Kurt.

"Quinn, of course, she's so popular," Kurt replies.

"What about Puck and Lauren? Puck's popular, and you said a lot of girls admire Lauren."

"Yeah, but Quinn's Quinn. Rachel doesn't stand a chance, either, she's too annoying. She does have Finn, though, but-"

"Shh!" someone hisses from behind them. Kurt falls silent.

"And now, the 2011 McKinley High Prom King..."

Everyone holds their breath.

“Finn Hudson!"

The room bursts into cheers, and Figgins places the crown on Finn's head, with much difficulty, since Finn's so much taller.

"The 2011 McKinley High Prom Queen... Rachel Berry!"

Kurt jumps up and down screaming "Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" Blaine just laughs and claps along with everyone else.

"I thought you said Quinn was going to win." says Blaine once the applause has died down, and Figgins is giving Rachel her crown.

"Yeah, but I wanted Rachel to win!"

"But I thought you didn't like her, because she gets all the solos."

Kurt just pretends he didn't hear that.

"Now, for the tradition of the Prom King and Queen sharing their first dance," announces Figgins. Mercedes and Santana step up to their microphones, and "Dancing Queen" starts playing as Finn and Rachel make their way onto the dance floor.

Finn wraps his arm around his girlfriend's waist and takes her hand, and semi-gracefully twirls her around him. He must have practiced for this, Kurt thinks. How sweet. He's really gotten better with his dancing this last year in Glee Club. I'm proud of him.

Soon another couple joins them, and another, and pretty quickly, everyone's dancing. It’s turned from slow dancing to just dancing now, though, which makes Kurt kind of sad, but hopefully they’ll play a slow song later so he can really dance with Blaine.

Next, Puck sings “Human” by the Killers, and after that, it’s time for the last song… and yes, it’s a slow song! It’s “Perfect Two” by Auburn, and Quinn and Sam are singing it together.

The acoustic guitar starts, and all the couples surrounding Kurt and Blaine wrap their arms around each other. He sees Anthony leaning down to kiss Mercedes, Karofsky’s dancing with some guy (wow, good for him!), and Brittany’s sitting on a chair in front of Artie to dance with him. Kurt just stands there shyly, and suddenly he remembers words he once spoke, a distant memory now: “Why can’t I slow dance at my prom?”

Things had changed so much… but for the better.

“Kurt?”

“Yes, Blaine?” Kurt snaps back to reality.

“May I have this dance?”

Kurt’s heart is about to beat out of his chest. How did he get so damn lucky to find Blaine? It didn’t matter that he’d been called a fag and shoved against lockers and slushied dozens of times. The bruises, stolen first kiss, the tears, none of that mattered in this moment. Because he had Blaine, Blaine had him, they had each other, and no one, not a thousand bullies, could take that from them. They were in love, and that more than eclipsed all the hate they’d endured. They’d healed each other.

“Yes,” Kurt whispers breathlessly, “yes, you may.”

He takes Blaine’s outstretched hand, warm and soft like always, and they curl their arms aorund each other and sway gently to the music.

Don't know if I could ever be without you
'Cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Blaine leans his lips on Kurt’s shoulder, lightly nuzzling his neck. His breaths are light and slow, and that wonderful, intoxicating scent of his hair washes over Kurt. Kurt tightens his grip around him a little, holding him close.

He loves Blaine more than anything, in this mysterious way he can’t really explain. Different from his gratitude towards his dad, his passion for music, and his obsession with fashion. He feels like he admires Blaine, adores him, yet he feels it’s his duty to take care of him. But it’s not a chore… it’s a privilege. He’s able to see all of Blaine’s faults, but they seem so beautiful and precious and special.

It’s like he’s not just Kurt’s boyfriend, or his best friend, he’s just Blaine. His lover, his soulmate, his other half.

Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two

The song ends, but Kurt and Blaine remain in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” they both say at the exact same time.

They laugh, and press their lips together in a long kiss.

Kurt and Blaine are in love. And whether they’re singing a duet, watching a movie, making out, or trying on dresses, they belong together.

~

The hotel room isn’t anything fancy. Tiny bathroom, old TV, and cheesy paintings, but there’s a big bed, and that’s enough.

Blaine has to pee, so he heads into the bathroom. Kurt, meanwhile, takes off his entire outfit in record time and still manages to fold it nicely over a chair before he slides into bed.

The look on Blaine’s face, when he comes out of the bathroom and Kurt Hummel is laying in bed, shirtless, waiting for him, is priceless.

Blaine tries to keep his cool, but Kurt can still hear him whisper “ohmyfuckinggod” under his breath.

“Wow, Kurt, that was very subtle,” says Blaine after a moment.

Kurt just winks. “Just come get in bed with me.”

Blaine’s definitely not complaining about that. He shrugs off his jacket, undoes his shirt and tie, and pulls down his pants as quickly as he can. Kurt bites his lip, unable to take his eyes off Blaine’s obvious hard-on pressing through his boxers. Then Blaine takes off his underwear, and just the pure sight of his boyfriend’s arousal is enough to make Kurt instantly hard too.

Blaine finally climbs into bed beside him and practically grabs the back of Kurt’s head, crushing their lips together in a rough kiss. As their tongues attack each other, Blaine’s hands slither down Kurt’s smooth back, until he reaches a thin layer of fabric. He pulls away from the kiss.

“Hey, I thought you were naked!” he whines. “No fair!”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” replies Kurt, smirking. “I think you’ll like these, though.”

Blaine pushes the covers back to look. Okay, so yeah, they’re called whitey-tighteys, but these are really fucking tight. And it’s actually kind of hot. Then Blaine sees the back, and seriously thinks he might die.

Printed across Kurt’s ass are the words LIKES BOYS.

“Ohmygod,” Blaine half gasps, half moans.

“So do you want to fuck me yet, or what?” asks Kurt, batting his eyelashes and wiggling his butt. “I mean, if we’re both going to be each other’s prom princes, then we need to work on making some heirs.”

Blaine practically rips down Kurt’s underwear, losing it somewhere in the sheets. Wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist, he thrusts his hips forward, his cock rubbing against Kurt’s and pressing into his hips. Kurt moans, and Blaine hisses, “Where’s the-“

“In the nightstand.”

Blaine manages to peel himself away from his boyfriend for three seconds to open the drawer in the nightstand, where Kurt had earlier put a little bottle of lube and a dozen condoms (jeez, how many times did he plan on having sex?)- right next to the fucking Bible. Ironic. He can’t help but laugh lightly, but seriously, his cock is aching, and he has business he needs to attend to.

He hastily rips open the wrapper and slides on a condom, then slicks up his cock and fingers with lube. Kurt starts to flip himself over to lay on his belly, but Blaine shakes his head. “I want to look into your eyes,” he murmurs. Kurt nods and spreads his legs apart eagerly.

“God, you’re hot, Kurt,” Blaine whispers. “You’re hot as hell, and tonight, you’re all mine.”

“I want to be all yours, forever,” Kurt pleads.

Blaine presses a kiss to his lips, then slowly leaves a trail of kisses down his chest, past his belly button, to his hip bones, where he sucks and licks gently. Kurt moans and thrusts his hips up, his cock rubbing against Blaine’s neck as he does so. “Please, Blaine…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” Kurt whispers. “I want you, I need you inside me…”

“Fuck, I need you too…” Blaine reaches down to gently massage Kurt’s entrance with his lube-coated fingers, then presses one inside. Kurt closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure.

“More, Blaine…”

Blaine pushes in a second finger, scissoring and stretching him as slowly as he can bear. Then when Kurt seems ready, he puts in a third. Kurt hisses slightly, but Blaine can feel him quickly relax around his fingers, and he stretches him a little more before pulling them back out. Kurt whimpers at the loss, grabbing Blaine’s hips and pulling him closer. Blaine positions himself above him, and then slowly pushes himself into Kurt.

Kurt lets out a loud moan, and Blaine begins to thrust in and out. Kurt starts to whisper things, and it’s mostly incoherent, but Blaine can hear a lot of “fuck” and “Blaine” and “ohmygod”, and he takes that as a good thing. God, Kurt seems so tight around him, and everything is hot and desperate- and he’s searching for that spot inside him, and a couple thrusts later he guesses he must have found it, since Kurt practically screams.

“Blaine, Blaineblaineblaine,” he groans, twisting his fingers into Blaine’s messy curls. “Ohmygod, Blaine, you’re amazing, ohmygod-“ He reaches down to palm himself, but Blaine notices and pushes his hand away. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, and wraps his own hand around Kurt’s cock, pumping up and down.

They’re rocking against each other, Blaine thrusting in and Kurt pushing his hips up, and every time he hits that one spot he can feel Kurt twitching and contracting around him, and fuck, every little sound that comes out of Kurt’s mouth is just unbelievably hot.

“Blaine, I’m close,” he whispers, moving his hips harder and faster.

“Me too,” Blaine pants, “so close,” and with one last, hard thrust, he and Kurt both come, harder than they’ve ever come before.

“Fuck, Blaine, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!” Kurt cries out, and it’s like their hearts are pumping electricity through their veins and they’re breathing passion instead of oxygen, everything is so intense… and then it’s over, and Blaine collapses next to Kurt.

They both lay there for a minute, gasping for breath in the sticky sheets, before either of them speak.

“So, that was a pretty good prom,” says Blaine, leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I think I’d have to agree,” replies Kurt, pulling him close to cuddle.

“I’m sure glad you asked me.”

“I’m glad you asked me too, Blaine.”

“I love you, Kurt.”

“I love you too.”