“Blaine Anderson!” A voice called from across the room.

“Nick!” Blaine smiled “You weren’t at the party. I thought you’d died.”

“Logical conclusion.” The boy hugged Blaine carefully. “What have you done to yourself this time?”

“I got hit by a car.” Blaine said, widening his eyes and grinning as if it was some achievement.

“Only you, Blaine.” Nick turned his attention to Kurt “I swear he is the clumsiest person I have ever met. Sorry, I’m Nick”

“Kurt.”

“Has Blaine told you about his trip to the emergency room, Senior Year?” Nick grinned mischievously.

“No, no he hasn’t.” Kurt smiled, turning to look at Blaine who almost looked embarrassed.

“Young Master Anderson here was too short to reach the top of the mirror where he insisted upon keeping his razor. He was jumping to get the razor and grabbed on to the front of the mirror for support. It couldn’t hold his weight and so he and the mirror fell. The glass went everywhere into a million pieces and while he was getting up, Blaine got 17 cuts, including one long one from his thumb to the middle of his forearm when he slipped. He had to undergo a psych eval just to prove it wasn’t a suicide attempt.” Nick was laughing, Blaine laughed too, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It’s true. I’m a walking hazard to myself. Are you ready to wow the crowd tonight, Nick?”

“Subtle subject change, Anderson. And yes I am. Are you sure you can’t sing one song? Just sit or hobble with that ugly black boot of yours. It’ll be about as graceful as you usually are anyway.”

“Now, Nicholas. Are you suggesting I go against the doctor’s orders?”

“Never. It’s been too long Blainey. We have to get together soon!”

“Definitely.”

Nick nodded to Kurt. “Nice to meet you.” He ruffled Blaine’s hair before moving on. 

“Well I feel a little better about hitting you now. Perhaps you’re just very accident-prone.” Kurt joked.

“Oh, I’ve no doubts it was entirely my fault.”

“What was your fault?” Sebastian said, snaking his arms around Blaine’s middle from behind.

“Nothing” Blaine replied softly, craning his head to bring his and Sebastian’s lips together in a sweet kiss.

Feeling that this was his cue to leave, Kurt went in search of Rachel and a conversation a little less….intimate. Something about Blaine’s reaction seemed a little off. He was a little too shy, a little too uncomfortable, like a real nerve had been struck. Shaking his head in an attempt to shake the thought, he once again focused on the aim of the night: to have a good time.

Kurt didn’t even notice the hour fly by before Blaine was on stage welcoming the alumni and their dates to yet another Dalton reunion. He joked and laughed on stage, introducing the Warblers and being utterly charming in his Dalton blazer. And yes, every expectation that Kurt had about how he was going to look in his high school attire was met and sometimes exceeded (especially when one took into consideration how good Blaine’s ass looked in those pants).

They started with Uptown Girl, Nick taking the lead, and launched into a never-ending line of Top 40 songs from 5 years ago. About 8 songs later, Blaine re-appeared on stage. Nick grabbed the microphone and announced to the crowd that Blaine had agreed to do one song, to which the crowd cheered loudly, as long as no one laughed at him for his “lack of swagger”. Blaine looked as his feet bashfully and smiled.

…You think I’m pretty without any make-up on…. 

Katy Perry, of course. But hold the phone, was Blaine singing to Kurt? The hazel eyes bore deep into glasz and Kurt felt his stomach do backflips. A flirtatious smile played on Blaine’s lips as he sung. And boy, was he good. His voice was rich and clear and if there was any doubt in Kurt’s mind about Blaine being the Warbler’s soloist, it was far gone now. Even the group seemed to fall into a better sync to the sound of Blaine’s singing, the two-step more in time (if that was even possible). Occasionally Blaine’s eyes flickered to Sebastian who was smiling and rocking along to the music, and didn’t seem to notice where Blaine’s attention was focused.

‘Blaine, what the fuck are you doing?’ He thought to himself as each word poured from his lips. He was flirting with Kurt, no two ways about it, and he was doing it in front of his boyfriend. ‘Real classy.’ He chastised himself again. He was almost glad when the song ended, obviously the show-choir-boy had come out in him momentarily and caused him to act irrationally. The real, sensible Blaine Anderson would never behave like that. He thanked the audience and went back side-stage, watching the Warblers do their final number, but still he could not stop his eyes from shooting in Kurt’s direction. 

“You were amazing.” Sebastian said simply, pulling Blaine into a kiss.

“Amazing!” Rachel reiterated, pushing Sebastian aside to give him a hug. “If I had known that you were hiding here this whole time I would have sought you out years ago. Oh, to think of all the duets we could have sung!”

“I’m devastated we didn’t find each other earlier too, Rachel. But we can still make up for lost time.” Blaine laughed.

“You were completely incredible, Blaine.” Kurt said a little hesitantly, standing a fair distance away.

“Thanks, Kurt.” Blaine smiled politely. ‘Crap. I fucked everything up, didn’t I?’

Kurt excused himself and made his way speedily to the nearest men’s room.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Breathe, breathe Kurt. Did I imagine that? I did, right? I imagined that whole thing. That didn’t happen. Does that count as a serenade, was I serenaded? Oh my God, stop it. No. I don’t even know how to process this. If I did imagine that, I need to see someone because that is just…. Not ok. If I didn’t imagine that… holy fuck.’  His thoughts raced by faster than he was able to think them.They blended into a flurry of curse words and daydreams that he wisped away before they were really allowed to form. Allowing himself to even think that there was a chance was too much for his heart to bear. 

Kurt returned after splashing some water on his face and doing some deep breaths to calm down. He didn’t get far before Nick grabbed his arm and pulled him into some corner.

“What the fuck is going on between you and Anderson?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot? I saw everything.” Nick said, his voice tense.

“Really, nothing. Nothing at all is going on.”

Nick sighed and released Kurt’s arm, which was definitely going to bruise.

“Are you…disappointed?” Kurt asked, confused.

“No. Just… be careful, ok? Blaine’s great, really the best guy I’ve ever met. His life is just very tangled, and not something you really want to find yourself mixed up in. Not unless you know exactly where you stand.”

“What does that even mean?” Kurt asked, very confused now.

“Nothing.” Nick said, though he was suddenly very distracted and almost paranoid. “Just know where you stand.”

Kurt went to ask again, but Nick was already walking away at an unusually fast pace. Kurt’s emotions were something crossed between confusion and fear, because the way that Nick had said that… was Kurt in danger?