Don’t you wish we could all be that boy?

OMG, I love media Tumblrs.

Same.

If they loved Blaine any more, they’d be proposing marriage.

Did anyone find out who the guy is that Blaine was singing to?

The AnderSmythe fandom is crying a river of tears right about now. It’s called Denial.

OMG, you guysssssss! Look! IT’S THE SAME GUY IN THESE PICTURES!

HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS, I GO TO MCKINLEY, AND I KNOW HIM! THAT’S KURT HUMMEL, AND HE’S GAY. OMG, WHAT IF THEY’RE DATING?

WAIT. The same Kurt that Blaine tweeted about back in November when he accidentally tweeted his phone number? OMG.

So… is the fandom dead yet?

*

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m eating lunch, Blaine,” Kurt said into the phone. “Like I do every day at this time.” He speared a piece of lettuce with his fork. He was starving, Coach Sylvester having scheduled an early practice before school causing him to miss breakfast. If Blaine wanted to talk to him, he was going to have to listen to him chew as well. “What are you doing? Aren’t you normally on set at this hour?”

“Usually,” Blaine replied, “but today I’m giving an interview.”

“Oh?” Kurt asked. It would be the first interview Blaine had done since they’d gotten back together. Blaine had stayed in Ohio for a few days, and then had gone back to LA. The media had run wild with the story, and Kurt had marveled at how quickly Tumblr had discovered who he was. Luckily, his account was still deactivated, so anyone who might have put two and two together and realized he’d had one wouldn’t be able to reach him that way.

His Twitter following had exploded and Kurt was gaining new followers daily. He couldn’t believe how many people were following him just on the off chance he and Blaine might tweet each other. The other kids at school were still staring at him and whispering behind his back, but Kurt was used to that.

The Cheerios had grilled him for info, but Kurt had refused to talk about it with them. No one needed to know what he and Blaine meant to each other. It was enough that their families and New Directions knew (and how they’d kept quiet on the matter was nothing short of astonishing).

“Yep. On Air with Ryan Seacrest,” Blaine replied. “So turn on your radio on your phone, and listen.”

“What are you going to say?” Kurt asked.

“What we agreed on,” Blaine answered. “We’re just good friends, and I was cheering you up.”

Kurt frowned, but didn’t say anything. He hadn’t wanted to hide his relationship with Blaine, but both Blaine and his publicist had insisted that they just present themselves as good friends for right now.

“They won’t buy it,” Kurt muttered.

“Maybe not,” Blaine allowed, “But they’ll hound you to death if we tell them we’re dating.” He paused. “I gotta go, they’re calling me in.”

“Okay,” Kurt said, “Break a leg. I love you.”

“Love you more,” Blaine murmured, and Kurt felt a thrill go through him.

He immediately hung up his phone, and eyed his friends sitting around the table. Prom was a topic of discussion yet again, but this time Kurt actually felt like participating. He put one ear bud in his ear and turned on the radio function on his phone, tuning it until he found a station playing Ryan Seacrest. He chimed in on some prom outfit suggestions while Ryan made small talk in his ear, and then finally introduced Blaine.

*

“Blaine Anderson,” Ryan announced. “Good to see you, man.”

“Likewise,” Blaine replied.

“So I’m just gonna jump right in here,” Ryan began. “You’ve had a crazy couple of months of headlines.”

“It’s been a little unpredictable, yes,” Blaine agreed.

“So, back in February you were caught on camera with your co-star, Sebastian Smythe.”

“I was,” Blaine answered, “And we’re just friends – that picture was two friends making a mistake.”

“So you two aren’t dating?” Ryan clarified.

“No,” Blaine told him. “We realized there was no spark.”

“And what about the rumors of your job being danger on the set?” Ryan pressed. “Surely those were just made up?”

“Totally made up,” Blaine replied. “My job is not in any trouble.” He laughed.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what’s this about you hopping a plane and serenading another guy in Ohio?”

“Well, he’s a good friend of mine, and he was going through a hard time,” Blaine said. “So I thought that might be a way to cheer him up and help him through it.”

“So you’re not dating… Kurt, is it?”

“Like I said, we’re good friends.” Blaine’s tone was firm.

“Of course, we have to talk about Dalton…” Ryan went on. “What’s coming up for James and Toby?”

“Just being together, and experiencing things as a couple now,” Blaine spoke.

“And you’ve got the Dalton Live tour coming up, right?”

“We finish shooting near the end of May, then we have a week off and it’s onto the tour,” Blaine answered. “It’s going to be amazing, I can’t wait.”

“So my producer told me there was something special you wanted to do for you friend Kurt while you were here,” Ryan continued.

“Yeah,” Blaine replied. “Hopefully it’ll make his day.”

*

Kurt jumped a foot when his phone rang. “Hello?” he answered quietly, having turned off his radio function.

“Hi, Kurt,” Ryan Seacrest’s voice sounded in his ear. “This is Ryan Seacrest, and you’re on air with me and Blaine Anderson.”

“Oh, my God,” Kurt muttered. He could hear rumblings behind him, and he knew there were tons of kids that listened to the radio show during lunch – word seemed to be spreading.

“Hi, Kurt.” He heard Blaine’s voice.

“Hello, Blaine.” Kurt put an edge in his tone, letting Blaine know he was not amused by this turn of events. He glanced at his friends, and was startled to see them watching him. Rachel was wearing a huge grin and had her phone out, recording him. It hit him that Blaine must have planned this with his friends when he was in town. “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to ask you something,” Blaine told him.

“And you couldn’t wait until you weren’t on a nationally broadcast radio show?” Kurt asked. Okay, yeah, Kurt liked attention, and being the star of the show, but this was a little uncomfortable.

“Nope.” Blaine laughed.

“What’s your question then?”

“Kurt, will you go to prom with me?”

*

Like I said, we’re good friends.
-Blaine Anderson about Kurt Hummel (via DaltonFan)

HE DIDN’T DENY THEY’RE DATING.

WHAT KIND OF PERSON SAYS THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS AND THEN TURNS AROUND AND PUBLICLY ASKS THE OTHER GUY TO PROM?

WHOSE PROM IS IT? KURT’S?

He didn’t deny that they’re dating. Did you notice that? He said they were friends, but he never outright denied they were dating!

^^^^^

THIS IS A GOOD POINT.

DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? BLAINE ANDERSON IN A TUX.

#Excuse me while I flail around like an idiot

*

“Pinch me,” Kurt whispered to Blaine, as Carole took yet another picture.

“Why?” Blaine laughed in his ear.

“Because I need to make sure I’m not dreaming this,” Kurt answered. He felt a little pinch near his elbow and jumped. “Ow.”

“You told me to.”

“The one time you decide to take direction,” Kurt teased.

“Hey, I can take direction,” Blaine refuted. “Just ask the directors at work.” Kurt snorted delicately.

“I think that’s good, boys,” Carole said, lowering the camera.

“Wait, here can you take one on my phone?” Blaine handed it to her and then put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. They both grinned and she snapped the photo.

“What are you doing?” Kurt wanted to know, leaning over Blaine’s shoulder as Carole gave him the phone back and he started pressing buttons.

“I’m putting this on Twitter,” Blaine answered.

“Is that a good idea?” Kurt bit his lip, concerned.

“I think it’ll be okay,” Blaine told him. “Besides, you look amazing, and the whole world should see it.” Kurt smiled, blushing a little. He’d made his prom outfit, complete with kilt.

“You kids be careful,” Burt spoke up from his spot in his recliner.

“We will, Dad,” Kurt promised. “Wes and David will see to that.” He gestured to the two bodyguards Blaine had brought along with him. Not only would they keep other students from messing with them, but they would also keep out any media.

“You boys better go on now,” Carole ushered them to the door and out into the night.

*

Hello, Blogosphere!

Jacob Ben Israel here with the news you need to know. This week’s news? McKinley High’s prom night. The big story? Kurt Hummel brings famous TV star Blaine Anderson to prom, and gets voted Prom Queen. Also newsworthy - Finn Hudson fights his ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend and lives to tell the tale. Finally, the glee club still sucks.

You heard it here first, folks.

JBI Out!

*

Kurt tossed his crown and scepter down onto the kitchen table as he and Blaine filled in his parents over coffee. “But it turned out okay, I guess,” Kurt said. “I got to dance with Blaine in front of everyone.”

Burt frowned. “Do I need to look into pulling you out of school? First with that Karofsky kid and now this…”

“Dad, no,” Kurt denied. “Please, we’re on our way to Nationals, and-" Burt held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Okay.” His father sighed. “But this is the last straw. I’ve about had it with that school. I’ll be calling Principal Figgins Monday morning about this.”

“Fine.” It was Kurt’s turn to sigh.

“It’s late,” Carole said. “You boys should head to bed.”

“Alone,” Burt grunted, and Kurt felt his face flame.

“Dad.” Kurt stared into his now empty coffee mug.

“It’s fine,” Blaine said quietly. “Good night.” He looked at Burt and Carole and smiled. Kurt got up and led him out of the kitchen. They headed upstairs to Kurt’s room, Blaine going to get his overnight bag.

“I wish you could stay with me,” Kurt whispered. “Maybe you could sneak up?”

“Last time that didn’t go so well,” Blaine reminded him.

“Because someone fell asleep,” Kurt muttered, going into his room and handing Blaine his bag.

“I was tired.” Blaine dropped his bag, and pulled Kurt close. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt’s, and Kurt melted against him. He couldn’t help it, it was an instinctive reaction. Kurt could feel Blaine hard against him, and forced himself to pull away.

“We can’t do this now,” Kurt reminded him, picking up his bag and handing it to him. “Come up after everyone’s asleep.”

*

Blaine waited until Kurt’s parents had been in bed for a half hour, before creeping out of bed and up the stairs to Kurt’s room. He opened the door soundlessly, and slipped across the room to the bed. Kurt was asleep, his covers pulled up to his chin. Blaine sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled.

He couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing Kurt gently.

“Hey,” Kurt mumbled against his lips.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Blaine whispered.

“It’s okay,” Kurt said, pulling Blaine closer and kissing him harder. The blankets were shoved aside when Kurt got frustrated with them being in the way, and Blaine made what was probably an obscene noise upon discovering Kurt was wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs.

“You’re going to kill me, I swear,” Blaine breathed out before devouring Kurt’s mouth again. He took his time, stripping Kurt of his underwear and exploring Kurt from head to toe, learning him with his hands, his lips, his tongue. Kurt writhed underneath him, trying to be quiet, which only seemed to spur Blaine into making Kurt make as much noise as possible (not the brightest idea, but logic had gone out the window).

When he sank his mouth down onto Kurt’s cock for the first time, Kurt had to pick up a pillow and cover his face with it to muffle the noise. Kurt didn’t last long, and Blaine pulled off just in time, though he promised himself that next time he’d try to swallow.

“I think one of us is over dressed,” Kurt panted, tugging Blaine up by a fistful of shirt for a kiss. They made quick work of Blaine’s pajamas, and then Kurt returned the favor.

Blaine came with a low moan minutes later, and stared at the ceiling, dazed. Kurt tucked in next to him with a smile after a second, cuddling close.

Best. Prom. Night. Ever.