Thanks to everyone who dedicatedly reviews. Life is busy and hectic for me right now, and knowing that people like what Im writing enough to make the effort to comment is a little bright spot in the midst of the chaos. I dont think Id keep writing right now if I didnt have that motivation, especially with all the misery in the fandom right now.

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Blaine was having a terrible time, and it was karaoke night. He loved karaoke night. At least he used to. It was the highlight of each week when he had been at the compound for training before. Everyone would get together, sing, applaud his own singing abilities, laugh, eat, and otherwise have a good time. There were social activities every night at the compound, but because he particularly shone when it came to performing, karaoke was supposed to be his night.

He had even looked forward to this particular karaoke night. He was going to sing for Kurt. He was going to impress him. He was going to try to say with song what he failed to with his own words. Tonight was supposed to be the night. Tonight he was going to take the plunge.

Then goat boy had shown up and ruined everything.

"Youre awfully sulky…" Sean noted, rolled up beside where Blaine was sitting on one of the couches in the common room with his bed on wheels, taking a pause between each word as he couldnt speak and breathe properly at the same time.

"m not sulky…" Blaine protested, his logical mind roaring up in the back of his skull that he was just proving that he was by saying as much in the pitiful tone he used to respond to Sean.

"What he needs is a little bit o cooch to loosen him up." April, who was sitting beside Blaine on the couch and completely sloshed already, suggested with a wave of the little metal bottle that held whatever putrid smelling drink she was working on.

"m fine." Blaine insisted, keeping his eyes locked forward on the performance before him, even though it was the last thing he wanted to be watching.

In front of them all, Adam was dancing in place, accompanied by Kurt whom he had asked to join him in a duet first thing that evening. Now they were on duet number three, and for all intents and purposes, Blaine had been forgotten as the group cheered on their new favorite singing duo.

Blaine had even tried to dress nicely for the occasion, or, at least what he hoped Kurt would think would be nice. Black pressed slacks, a burgundy sweater he thought hugged him nicely, and the shiniest shoes he owned.

Kurt meanwhile, was in full "hide the naked wings" mode. He had them pulled over his shoulders, like he used to do back at the farmhouse, but then pulled on a brown cloak that Kurt and Isabelle had worked on together which reminded Blaine of the kind of thing detectives wore in those victorian murder mystery shows his dad used to watch. If someone didnt know Kurt, they might chalk the clothing choice up to a flair for fashion, but Blaine knew better. Kurt had only just begun to get used to having his wings out in front of others, and now they were bald and he was embarrassed by them.

The cloak didnt stop him from grooving in front of everyone, more loose and laid back than Blaine could recall ever seeing Kurt before. Granted, he had never seen Kurt in a group setting like this before either, so it was a new side of Kurt he was watching, one that seemed all too eager to bop along with the other metahuman that had physical traits. The one that Kurt seemed to have bonded with other the past few days because of those traits. The one Blaine couldnt stand.

On his own, Adam was an okay guy. Likable even. Blaine had never taken issue with him before and in the back of his mind, his logical side was trying to tell him there was no reason he should have an issue now. The problem was though that the instant Adam and Kurt introduced themselves to one another, there was a spike of interest out of both of them, particularly bright in Adam, and Blaine didnt like that one bit.

It got worse when Adam weaseled his way into their lunches, movie watching, and ping pong games. Blaine could never seem to get Kurt alone for more than a few minutes before the damned goat boy interfered. He knew that Kurt wasnt his and his alone, but he had gotten used to being the only one that Kurt spent time with, and he was more than aware of the jealousy flaring up inside him.

Now Blaine was suffering through watching Adam and Kurt playfully sing Timber by Ke$ha to the group and it was utterly agonizing to keeping looking at, though he couldnt tear his eyes away if he wanted to. It was like a trainwreck in slow motion, complete with winks from Adam to Kurt who grinned in return as flashes of attraction bounced over their heads unseen by anyone else but Blaine.

There were days he really hated the power he had been saddled with.

Periodically, Kurt would look Blaines way, and there would be a surge of something else, something that Blaine hadnt seen enough in his life to give a name to with any degree of certainly. Fondness maybe? Brotherly love? Whatever it was, it make Blaines stomach tighten, wishing that he got the same color spikes that Adam was getting when Kurt looked at him.

"Yknow. If you want to sodomize him, you should just sing to him about it. Theres no shortage of songs about butt sex." April said simply, leaning back in place and swinging an arm back behind Blaine.

"What?! I -"

"Oh!" Holly chimed in, sitting on Aprils other side and currently morphed to look like she was wearing a Lady Gaga meat dress. "Or fellatio! Even more of those songs!"

"Ohmygod." Blaine gasped, going bright red and quickly glancing from Holly to the performers who, thankfully, hadnt heard the comments as they were lost in their own number. "Are you two insane?"

"No. Not drunk enough for that." April muttered, as if that was an issue for her. "But your constant whimpering over bird boy there is going to make me crazy - and not the fun kind either."

"I… Im not whimpering…" Blaine hissed.

"You may as well be." Sean added in, even adding in a soft sigh at the end of it.

"You know what? Im going to sign you up for a song!" Holly declared, scampering off to Howard who was taking care of the karaoke machine before Blaine could protest. This could only be trouble. Not only was she going to select something that was probably terribly inappropriate, but it was probably going to be a song he didnt know or didnt have the right voice for. How much worse could the night possibly get?

"Make sure you thank er." April said with a smirk as she looked at Blaines distraught face.

"Why do you guys hate me? Heck, how do you even know about how I feel?" Blaine mumbled, though he wanted to scream.

April made a little snort of amusement. "Dont need emotion powers t see how you feel about him honey."

"I dont get out much and its obvious to me even." Sean confirmed.

Blaine just sighed, looking down into his red plastic cup at the root beer within. Maybe he should try something harder. Maybe it would make life easier. Real superheroes had buddies who were focused and helpful. His superpowered colleagues seemed bent on embarrassing him for their own amusement.

"You didnt even pay attention when Sebastian was crooning to you." Sean stated after a moment of quiet between them when April had leaned over to whisper and giggle with Holly upon her return, probably at Blaines expense.

"Huh?"

"Sebastian. He sang that whole Justin Timberlake song about sexyness to you."

Blaine blinked a few times, trying to think back to a few songs earlier when Sebastian had been up before peeking over to one of the other couches where Sebastian was settled between a couple other metas staying in the compound. Blaine seemed to recall bits of that song, Sebastian singing just a couple feet in front of him with surges of interest jumping out of him, but, honestly, Blaine had been too busy looking at Kurt and Adam where they had been sitting and chuckling with one another as they picked out the song they were now singing to internalize that Sebastian had been putting on a show for him.

Oh god. He was obvious.

"What did you sign me up for?" Blaine whisper-hissed Hollys way, stressed out about a performance for the first time in his life.

"Youll see!" Holly giggled, April joining in on the apparently funny secret.

Blaine was doomed.

Adam and Kurt finished to rampant applause, bowing for dramatic effect before walking to the table they had been occupying for the evening and laughing as they spoke to one another. Adams little goat tail wagged where he had cut a hole out of his pants for it to escape and all Blaine wanted to do was chop the damned thing off.

"Alright. Next up. Blaine singing It Was Always You by Maroon 5. Yay." Howards announcing needed work. He had no emotion no matter what he said in that flat, timid voice of his.

"Aw… youre no fun girl. You picked him a sappy song." April huffed, playfully patting Hollys arm as Blaine stood up. He had heard the song a few times, enough to know he was about to sing a very appropriate song and that given how obvious hed apparently been when watching Kurt, that everyone would be watching him sing it with either interest or amusement.

Probably the latter.

He purposely avoided looking Kurts way as he held the mic, palm coating it with sweat already as the beginning tones started coming out of the speaker. Blaine was grateful that the screen would have the lyrics coming up because even though he distinctly recalled singing along with this particular tune in the car on the way to school, he was momentarily lost on how it began.

Just think about Adam Levine, Blaine thought to himself as his mouth opened to recite the first words robotically as he kept his eyes on the screen. If Adam Levine could look good and perform at the same time, Blaine could at least try to do the same. His performance would be an outlier though, devoid of the usual energy and confidence he had. Hell, this would be the first time he had sung a song he didnt know the words to by heart.

He managed to get through the first verse, chastising himself every second for the poor showing he was probably giving the now quiet room when the first words of the second verse came up on the screen. Hazel eyes. That didnt seem right to him, and Blaine looked up for the first time during his bashful performance to lock eyes with Kurt. No. Those eyes definitely werent hazel. The lyrics came to him then, and with a burst of renewed confidence, Blaine let his voice lift up higher than he had been, replacing hazel with azure and looking at Kurt, just hoping and praying that he wasnt making a complete ass of himself.

Kurt was watching him intently, quiet like the rest of the room, and focused with those rings of purple, blue, and green surrounding him as he looked Blaines way. It wasnt the interest he had hoped for, the brighter colors that jutted up when Kurt looked at Adam, but at least it wasnt colors of embarrassment or annoyance.

The more Blaine focused on Kurt, the more intensely he sang, ignoring everything and everyone else. Usually he bounced around on whatever stage he had, even if it was just the center floor area like he had here in the compound common room, and made a point to make eye contact with everyone. Not this time though. This time, in order to get through a song that felt very much like the theme song to his being in that moment, he needed to zero in on Kurt. Kurt, whose simple gaze back to him, encouraged Blaine to continue on as he vocally poured out his heart for everyone to see.

This was either going to go well, or go very, very, badly. Blaine knew that if this song didnt do what he hoped, hed end up hiding in his room until Isabelle gave him some options on where to move to, and looking at Kurt he just couldnt decipher if the song was having an effect one way or the other.

"It was always you…" Blaine belted out, holding the final note for as long as he could to prolong his last moments before he had to face the results. Applause surrounded him, and he could hear whoops and cat calls coming from April and Holly, but Blaine didnt look back as he held the mic out to Howard to collect it for the next performer, keeping his eyes on Kurt and waiting for a reaction.

Kurt stood up slowly, excusing himself from Adam whose own coloring showed Blaine clearly enough that he wasnt thrilled with Blaines performance - not that Blaine cared. In fact, if he made Adam upset, he was kind of pleased by it. Show goat boy who the real act was around here.

"Can we talk… privately?" Kurt asked, coming up in front of Blaine. Despite dropping his voice to a whisper, Blaine knew everyone was watching and listening in. He was quick to nod, somehow forgetting how to speak as his heart and stomach switched places inside of him and he followed Kurt out of the room and into the hall which sent the room they left behind into rampant whispering and murmurs.

God. If he wanted to talk it couldnt be good. Kurt was going to let him down as easily as he could. It was a gracious act, but, really, Blaine just wanted to get it over with as quickly as he could so he could burrow into his bed and cry like the baby he felt like.

The hallway was too damned long, and by the time Kurt reached the kitchen, where he apparently intended to speak with Blaine, Blaines heart was racing ridiculously fast where it had settled in his abdomen. His brain was trying to tell him to speak up, say something, plead for forgiveness for being such an ass, but his mouth was dry and cowardly, so Blaine just watched and waited for Kurt to take the lead.

"Blaine… I dont want to guess at what that meant and make a mistake. Id like to think it was obvious, but, for both our sakes, I want to be sure so neither of us gets embarrassed." Kurt finally said, looking at Blaine intently.

Blaine had to swallow, remind himself that he knew how to talk, and then choked up the words that he could hear himself saying, but didnt recall forming in his mind prior to them escaping, "I… like you Kurt… like… like you like you…"

The corner of Kurts mouth twitched up into a half smile, and for a moment Blaine felt hope, though that stupid rational part of his mind was telling him not to get excited. Of course Kurt was smiling, he was getting attention from two guys now and what gay guy didnt want that?

"You know you could have anyone right Blaine? I mean… you could have a normal relationship… with a normal person."

Blaine blinked as he tried to process the meaning behind Kurts words. What did that even mean? A normal relationship? A normal person? "What?"

"Its… so… sweet that you like me Blaine, but being interested in me doesnt make any sense… I mean… maybe Im getting ahead of myself, but a relationship with me would mean being in hiding all the time, and working around the things on my back. You could be with someone else thats normal and have a real relationship where you didnt have to worry about those kinds of things."

Oh. OH.

"I dont care about that stuff Kurt. I like you… and if youre trying to just let me down gently… dont. Just tell me how you feel one way or the other. Im a big boy. I can handle it."

At least, he looked like a big boy. At that moment Blaine didnt feel like one. He felt smaller than he usually did, and so in need of a comforting hug from a parent… or at least his old nanny.

Kurt sucked in a breath, shaking his head from side to side slowly and just staring at Blaine with bubbles of disbelief ebbing into his color aura. "What emotion do you see when I look at you Blaine?"

Blaine had to shrug. "Friendliness? I dont know… its not one… well not one Ive seen directed at me before anyhow."

"Where have you see it before?"

The first place Blaine recalled seeing it was in a restaurant. Two people across the table that were looking at one another the whole time they talked and ate. Both of them had it. Then again at a park with a boy looking at a girl. In that case, only the boy had those colors. It wasnt one he saw fighting crime. Certainly not one he saw when he was hanging out with the Warblers. Hed seen it between Kurt and his dad, and Kurts dad and Carole, and Carole and Finn. "I guess… when people care about one another?"

"Youve never had that directed to you before Blaine?"

He shook his head. Never. Not that hed ever noticed.

"Not by your parents or..?"

"When I started seeing the colors… no… especially not when my parents and I went our separate ways."

"Oh…. god Blaine…" Kurts hands dove out and wrapped themselves around Blaine then in an unexpected, but certainly welcome, hug. "I thought… I thought youd see and figure it out."

Blaine tentatively drew his arms around Kurt, wanting to disappear into Kurts arms where he felt so safe, and so comforted. Regardless of what Kurt was going to say next, Blaine was going to take advantage of the contact being gifted to him. "I need charts to help me figure out basic emotions Kurt… the ones Im not familiar with… I just dont know… Its nice that you care for me though. I mean… if you think of me as a brother or something though, could you just tell me so I can try and do some damage control after the embarrassing display I put on back there?"

Kurts little laugh came out with a snort, and Blaine looked at him as confusion settled in. "I dont think of you like a brother Blaine."

"Okay, then what-"

"Its love."

Blaines eyes stretched open so wide he could feel his brow mash together on his forehead. Making a dramatic reappearance in his chest, his heart started working overtime, making his ribs ache as his lungs held the breath inside them before he remembered that he needed to exhale in order to breath properly.

"I cant believe you couldnt identify that Blaine…"

Kurts expression was soft, sad… and the admission didnt seem to phase him as much as it did Blaine who was still trying to figure out just how this had happened, and if he had truly done something right.

"Say something."

His adams apple bobbed heavily in his throat, and Blaine looked over Kurts face once, twice, three times, just to make sure it was him and not some kind of illusion or dream. "You… do?"

"Yeah."

"But… youve been hanging around with Adam and…."

"Adam is a friend who knows how to compliment me without referring to superheroes Blaine. Plus he understands the whole physical meta characteristics thing… but no, Im not interested in him that way."

"But-"

Kurt sighed loudly enough to make Blaine pause his speaking, and rolled his eyes. "Despite your dorky interests, the fact that you take off your socks in the living room so they end up under the couch where they fester and smell, and that you enjoy math way too much… yes Blaine. I have developed intense, romantic feelings for you… is that spelled out enough for you?"

"I love you too."

It came out a lot more squeaky sounding than Blaine remembered his voice being, and despite the fact that he wasnt the one admitting his feelings first, he felt timid about saying it.

"I know."

"You know?"

Another chuckled accented by a little snort, "Yeah. Youre pretty obvious."

"To everyone but myself apparently…" Blaine sighed, shaking his head and deciding that that moment was as good of a time as any to make a real move, leaning his head up and slowly moving his lips towards Kurt. His eyes snapped up to look for permission from blue eyes, but Kurt didnt give him the second he needed to check because Kurts lips moved in time with his own and closed the space between them so that Blaine could finally know just how soft Kurts lips really were on his own.

Theyre wet, and salty from the popcorn Kurt was eating earlier. Blaine had watched him pop individual puffs into his mouth and chew them one by one in a way that was somehow so proper for eating a treat. Blaine had always been content to grab a handful of popcorn and shovel it into his mouth, thinking nothing of it, but Kurt… Kurt had a way of doing things that always caught Blaines attention.

The kiss is short lived though as a squeal rises up behind the door, followed by a muffled yelp, and the swing of the kitchen door. Theyve been followed, spied on, and now found out by god knows who…

Though Blaine wouldnt be surprised to find Isabelle, Holly, and April behind that door.

Kurt is the one who pulls back when they hear the noise, pure irritation and ire rising off of him in a violent change of color scheme around him. He glares at the door, though when Blaine looks that way he cant see anyone, just hears the sound of retreating heels clacking against the floor and girlish giggles.

"They made a bet." Kurt grumbles in annoyance.

"Who did?"

"The girls and Elliott. Apparently Holly won."

Sometimes Blaine forgets that Kurt has better hearing than him. The knowledge makes him chuckle, and shake his head - much less upset at the intervening middle aged women, if only because their shenanigans helped Blaine reach this point. No wonder Holly had picked such an un-Holly-like song for Blaine to sing to Kurt. She usually went for the peppier tunes. It all made sense now, and yet, Blaine couldnt fault her for looking out for her own gambling interests.

"Do you want to… go back to the common room or karaoke or…." Blaine uttered, speaking to Kurts lips. Funny how he had only been briefly connected to them for a moment and now he felt like he had an addiction to them.

"No."

Thank god.

"If we go back now well just end up being the center of attention for all the most ridiculous of reasons… actually, Ive been meaning to ask you…"

"Yeah?" Blaine remembered to lift his eyes up. Make eye contact, thats what they teach you to do in order to be polite…

"My wings have been itching like crazy. I think its from covering them up with this fabric… would you mind…?"

Kurt didnt have to finish, nor did he even really have to ask. "Of course…."

The cloak was pulled up and off, Kurts face turning adorably red as he exposed his bald wings and turned his back to Blaine - who was used to seeing them like this after the past few days. His hands moved of their own volition, reaching out to wrap around the fleshy limbs before remembering he was supposed to be dealing with an itch and not massaging out tension. His gently ran his fingernails over them then, earning a groan of appreciation from Kurt which made every part of of Blaine perk up and twitch.

"So… uh… are we...?"

"You really want to be a we Blaine? My wings…."

His wings. His beautiful wings. Even now, without their feathers, there was something so amazing about them - and Blaine, and only Blaine, was the one Kurt trusted and felt safe with touching them.

"I dont want normal Kurt. I want you."

"Are you sure?"

Disbelief, uncertainty, and that now redefined swath of color, love, blended around Kurt. Love directed at him no less. Adam may have gotten interest, but Blaine got love. A win for Blaine.

"Of course Im sure. Why dont you think Im sure? I know I can be an idiot about some things… but Kurt... "

"I know, I know… for whatever reason, my wings arent a problem for you."

"Just the opposite in fact." Blaine asserted, moving his fingers up and down with little scritches to try and help Kurts itch issue. Periodically hed be rewarded with a moan or a grunt, and that kept him motivated.

"So then… yeah. I think… we can be a we…"

Relief. Thats what washed through Blaine as he momentarily forgot his work and squeezed the soft part around the high joints of Kurts wings. "Really?"

Kurt peeked over his shoulder, cheekbones rusted with blush as he looked to Blaine and smiled. "Yeah. Id… like that a lot."

Blaine managed to stop himself from making little kicky-feet and squealing in glee. His first boyfriend. Hopefully his only one. He couldnt imagine feeling the way he felt about Kurt for anyone else. For once he was glad his parents werent in the picture to dismiss his affections for someone else the way his friends at school had complained their parents had when they had begun dating. Apparently the love teenagers felt wasnt the same as "real love" or some other nonsense that the parents believed, even though a couple Warblers noted how hypocritical that was since their parents had been high school sweethearts.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Im counting on it." Kurt uttered, still looking back at Blaine who took a second to realize that meant now. Again he surged forward, this time not waiting for permission as he connected his lips and Kurts, and shut his eyes so he could completely drown himself in the feeling of wet, plush lips working against one another.

Still salty, Kurts lips pressed back against his own, and Blaine held in his breath as a tongue flicked out and ran against the seam of his lips from Kurts mouth, somehow willing them to part so he could taste the mocha Kurt had been sipping on all evening where it hadnt left the buds on his tongue. No one had ever given Blaine a lesson about how to kiss, and it certainly wasnt something he had come across in a how-to article, yet he innately seemed to be able to do it, or at least know how it should go.

Or maybe his lips were just meant to be on Kurts.

This time there was no interruptions, and so they could just languidly explore each others mouths. Kurt turned slowly in place, so he didnt have to strain his neck, and Blaine adjusted his hands as the turn was made so he could still keep them on the arms of Kurts wings, though switched from scratching to stroking them over gently.

That was when Kurt made a small hiss and jerked back. Blaine was sure he had done something wrong, but wasnt sure what. Had he accidently placed his tongue too far into Kurts mouth? Did he have a sharp tooth that Kurt had cut his tongue on? Did his mouth taste horrible?

"My… wings…"

Blaine blinked, taking a moment to remember where his hands had settled and looked down at them. Tiny little bumps were protruding from where he had been rubbing over Kurts wings, and only now did he register them.

"Did I… do something…?"

Kurt shook his head, glancing down at Blaines hand too. "No… they…"

The uncertainty was hovering around Kurt again, and this time Blaine knew it wasnt because of him. He knelt down and examined the spots where his hands had settled on Kurt and cocked his head to one side as a toothy grin overcame him. "Kurt… your wings… you have quills growing back in…"

"My feathers?"

"Yeah. Theyre coming back. Thats probably why theyre itchy… its probably like waxing or tweezing hair and then it having to poke through the skin…."

"My feathers are coming back…" Kurt echoed, and then bounced on his toes in celebration. "I never thought Id be happy to see them again!"

"Youll be able to fly again." Blaine said with a chuckle, standing back up and moving his hands to Kurts waist without thinking, and blushing when he realized he had made such an intimate move.

"I wont look like a pink bat!" Kurt laughed, setting his own hands on Blaines waist in return without pause. It only made Blaine uncomfortable for a moment as he sucked in whatever bit of paunch he had, then he was sure his stomach was blushing underneath his clothing.

"You dont look that bad…" Blaine murmured, bringing his eyes back to Kurts.

"But I must look somewhat bad if Im not THAT bad." Kurt said, twisting Blaines words around in a way that Blaine was sure only his mother knew how to do.

"You look devastatingly handsome no matter what."

That made Kurt blush, and Blaine grinned to himself as he rendered Kurt, his boyfriend, speechless. "Do you want me to keep scratching them or-"

"Oh god yes." Kurt quickly said, wings spreading outwards to each of Blaines side in offering. "Kissing is wonderful, but they are damned itchy."

"We could… ah… do both?"

Red, purple, blue, green. A mischievous smile on Kurts lips, and a twinkle in blue-green eyes.

"Yeah. Lets go to your room."