After that, Blaine started spending a lot more time at the Hummel's. He was there for dinner practically every night for the next month, and sometimes stayed to do homework, or watch a movie.

It was Sunday afternoon, and Blaine and Kurt were curled up on Kurt's couch under a blanket. Burt was napping upstairs, so Blaine and Kurt were watching a movie together, enjoying some alone time. Considering they'd been spending most of their time at Kurt's recently, they hadn't been getting much time alone. It wasn't that Burt didn't trust them alone, it was just that Burt really liked Blaine, and he really liked spending time with them. Blaine thought it was nice, but he was glad to be having some alone time with Kurt now.

Halfway through the movie, Kurt turned the volume down, and lifted his head from its place on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine looked over at him.

"What?" He asked, after a moment of Kurt just staring at him.

"Nothing." Kurt mumbled. "Just...Prom is on Saturday, and I...I wish we could go. Together, I mean."

Blaine was silent for a moment. He wished that, too. More than anything. But he knew it wasn't a possibility. And he didn't want Kurt feeling bad about it. It was what it was, and he was sure he'd have fun, even if he was going to be the third wheel with Mike and Tina.

"I know, baby." He said, brushing a strand of Kurt's hair off of his forehead. "So do I. But it's okay. I promise. I'll be going with Mike and Tina, so it's not like I'm missing out on prom altogether."

Kurt nodded. "I know. But you deserve a prom date, Blaine. You deserve slow dances and someone to bring you punch. I don't want you to be stuck on the sidelines watching Mike and Tina together all night."

"I'll be fine, Kurt. I promise. And if we went together, I'd be bringing you punch." Blaine winked. "Who're you going with, anyway?"

"Santana. She doesn't have a date either, and she's the only person I really feel comfortable around in that school besides you. And Brit. And occasionally Quinn. But they've got dates. So Santana it is."

"I want you to promise me you're going to have fun with Santana, okay? No dwelling on the fact that we're not together. No worrying about how I'm doing. None of it. Just have fun. It's senior prom. And sure, I wish we could go together. But the simple fact is that it's just not in the cards for us, and I want you to enjoy yourself regardless."

"I love you." Kurt said, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and tucking his feet under himself as he turned the volume back up on the TV, and they continued watching the movie.

On Saturday, Blaine was getting ready for prom. He was supposed to meet Mike and Tina at Breadsticks at six for a pre-prom dinner. He was excited. As much as he wished he could be with Kurt, he couldn't wait to actually get to prom. They never had dances at Dalton, so this would be his first big dance, and he couldn't wait.

He was wearing a sleek black suit, with a light blue button up underneath. He'd broken out his old hair gel, but only used enough to tame it just slightly, so it wasn't flying every which way.

He grabbed his keys and headed out to his car, driving to Breadsticks. Upon arriving, he found Mike and Tina already sitting at a table waiting for him.

"Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Blaine." They greeted in unison.

"We ordered three salads and three plates of spaghetti. Hope that's okay." Tina said.

"Absolutely." Blaine smiled as he sat down across from his friends. "You look positively stunning, Tina. And you look pretty sharp as well, Mike."

"Thanks, man."

"Wait, let me stand up and show you the whole dress!" Tina said excitedly, standing up.

She was wearing a beautiful light purple dress, it was silky with a layer of some other material on top. Blaine wasn't sure what it was, but it was beautiful. It was a strapless dress, and it came down to her ankles. Her hair was done up in a pretty bun on the top of her head, with a few ringlets hanging down to frame her face. She looked like a princess. Blaine smiled brightly.

"Tina, you truly look like a princess. Mike's a very lucky guy."

"I am. It's true." Mike said, putting his arm around Tina's shoulder as she sat back down next to him.

"Well, whenever you finally get a guy, he'll be just as lucky as Mike." Tina said, smiling at him almost sadly.

"Thanks, Tina. I appreciate that." It was hard for Blaine not to tell her that he already had a guy. And that they were both lucky.

Their food arrived, and Blaine was glad to have a reason to get off the subject of boys and dates.

He began to eat. They were all quiet for a while before Tina spoke again.

"I'm really sorry you don't have a date, Blaine. I've already told Mike we're not slow dancing tonight. We don't want you to feel excluded."

Mike nodded in confirmation.

"Don't be silly, you two. Dance. Slow dance. Do whatever. I'm not letting you ruin your own prom for me. I'll be fine, whether it be sitting on the sidelines and watching my two best friends have the night of their lives, or if I can convince Rachel to dance with me for a while." Blaine stuck his tongue out. "I'll be fine with whatever. Just have fun."

"You're seriously the sweetest, Blaine." Tina said.

"She's right." Mike agreed. "I'm glad you transferred to McKinley."

"Me too." Blaine smiled.

They finished their dinner, and headed to prom.

Kurt was getting ready for prom. Santana would be picking him up in about twenty minutes, and he was hardly ready at all. He'd been preoccupied, wondering how Blaine was doing. Luckily, he'd had his outfit picked out for months.

He was wearing a deep purple suit. He'd made it himself, seeing as purple suits were near impossible to find, if not entirely impossible. At least, purple suits that didn't look incredibly cheesy and/or as if they had popped out of the late 50's. He was wearing a lavender shirt underneath, which complimented his skin tone perfectly. He'd done his hair a little spikier than usual, but still just as pristine.

Just as he was checking himself over in the mirror, making sure his outfit was nice and not wrinkled, the doorbell rang. He ran downstairs, answering the door.

"Hey, Santana." Kurt said. "You look absolutely fantastic. You know, one of the reasons I picked you as my date tonight is because I knew I wouldn't have to worry about you making a fool out of me with your wardrobe choices."

"I thought it was because I was the only one pathetic enough to be dateless, and you couldn't go with loverboy because you don't want to spend the last month or so of high school in the dumpster."

"That, too. I was trying to compliment you. Learn how to be fucking grateful." Kurt teased.

"What was that?" Burt asked, coming out of the kitchen. "I must have misheard you, because I'm pretty sure an awful word just came out of your mouth, Kurt."

"Dad. Really?" Kurt sighed.

"Hi, Santana." Burt greeted. "You two have fun, alright? But not too much fun. No drinkin' or any of that."

"Of course, dad."

"Wish you would've gone with Blaine, though." Burt added, and it was the billionth time he'd mentioned it. It was making Kurt feel worse.

"I get it, dad." Kurt said. "I should've gone with Blaine. He's a good kid. Yadda yadda. I'm just...I'm not ready for that. I thought I explained that to you."

"You did, buddy. Don't let me make you feel bad. I love you, and I support your decision. I just feel bad for Blaine."

"I'll keep an eye on Blaine, Mr. Hummel. He's my friend, too." Santana piped in. "Maybe if I play it right I can get it so the two of them are at least standing next to each other for a song or two."

"Sounds good. Now you two get out of here before you miss the dance altogether." Burt teased.

"Bye, dad. Be back later."

When they arrived at prom, Mike and Tina headed straight for the dance floor. It was an upbeat song, and Blaine could have easily joined them, but he opted to head over to the snack counter and grab some punch. He sat down in a chair and watched as Mike and Tina danced with a few other members of the New Directions, swaying to the beat.

He heard the doors of the gymnasium open, and turned to see Kurt enter. He looked absolutely breathtaking, and Blaine wished he could run to him and sweep him off his feet. Drag him onto the dance floor, spin him around, wait for a slow song, and then grab him by the waist, swaying back and forth, and looking into his beautiful blue eyes. But he couldn't. He really probably shouldn't even be admiring him from afar. Someone would notice. He turned his gaze back to his dancing friends, who were smiling and laughing.

He decided he might as well join them.

So he got up and walked over to where Mike, Tina, Artie, Rachel, and Finn were dancing, and jumped in with them.

"Are you having fun?" Tina asked loudly over the music.

"Absolutely." And Blaine wasn't lying. He was having fun. He just wished he were having fun with Kurt.

Every once in a while he would turn around, feeling someone's gaze on him. Most of the time it was Santana, but sometimes it was Kurt. He'd quickly look away, not wanting anyone to notice.

"I'm gonna go grab some punch." He told them, as the first slow song of the night began to play.

"Okay." Mike said, taking Tina's hand in his and pulling her to a more secluded area.

Blaine walked over and sat down in a chair, not grabbing any punch. He really wasn't thirsty. He just wanted to sit.

He sat there and rested his head on the table, listening to the music. He'd never heard the song before, but it was sweet and it reminded him of Kurt.

He looked back over to where Mike and Tina were dancing, and saw them swaying slowly, kissing each other. Blaine felt a pang of some sort in his chest. Was it...Jealousy? No. It couldn't be. There was nothing to be jealous of. He had Kurt. He just didn't have him right now.

He felt his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket and pulled it out, finding a text from Kurt.

To Blaine: I'm not having fun. I miss you. I can see you sitting by yourself and it hurts, Blaine. I see all these proud happy couples and I just wish I had the strength for us to be one of them.

To Kurt: It's okay, Kurt. It's okay. I'm alright. Don't let the fact that I'm sitting here alone right now stop you from having fun.

To Blaine: That's not why I'm not having fun. I'm not having fun because, although I love Santana, being here with her is boring. She just keeps staring at you. And when she's not staring at you, I'm pretty sure she's staring at Brittany and her date. But, the point is, she and my dad both think I should have come here with you tonight, and I'm this close to coming over there and pulling you onto the dance floor.

To Kurt: You can't! We've kept our relationship a secret for this long. Just a little over a month now and we're in the clear. Don't blow it now, Kurt.

It was nearly ten minutes before Kurt replied this time.

To Blaine: Let's leave. Let me spend the night at your house. Please.

To Kurt: Kurt...We can't...I can't just...What about Mike and Tina? What about Santana? And you know your dad won't be okay with this.

To Blaine: Santana already said it's fine. She also said I can say I'm staying at her place. Dad knows I came with her, so he'll believe it. As for Mike and Tina, that's up to you.

To Kurt: I'll...I'll tell them I'm not feeling well. Meet me at my car in...15? That way people won't notice us leaving at the same time.

To Blaine: Sounds good. See you soon.

Luckily, the slow song had just ended, so Blaine didn't feel like he was intruding when he went over to Mike and Tina.

"Hey!" Tina smiled.

"Hey. Um, look, guys. I'm not feeling the best. I think I ate too much, and then that combined with the dancing...Yeah. Not feelin' so hot. I'm just gonna head home, okay?"

"Sure." Mike said.

"Okay. Text me tomorrow and let me know how you're feeling, okay?" Tina asked.

"Absolutely. Have fun!"

Blaine walked out to his car and got inside, just sitting there, waiting for Kurt.

"Blaine said wait fifteen minutes and then meet him at his car. Thank you again for letting me leave, Santana."

"Don't get mushy on me, Hummel. Damn, Anderson really has changed you."

Santana was right. He had, hadn't he?

"Whatever, Lopez. Have fun. Try not to be too much of a bitch while I'm gone."

"There's the Hummel I love." Santana  said.

"Get used to the new one. He's probably going to be around more often once the school year ends."

"Good thing I won't have to see you anymore after that then, huh?" Santana paused for a moment. "I'm kidding, Hummel. I'm kidding. You, Brit, and Anderson are probably the only people I'll keep in contact with once we're all out of this Hell hole."

"I'd hug you, but I wouldn't want to look like a nice person." Kurt said, giving her a half teasing smile.

"Get out of here and go get your man, Hummel." Santana said with a smile. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye. And thanks again, Lopez."

"I told you before, don't thank me. Just get your sorry ass out of here."

"My ass is fantastic, thank you." Kurt said, as he walked out of the gym and headed for Blaine's car.

He walked slowly, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be around to see, but saw no one.

He ran the last few feet, knocking on the window of the passenger side, and Blaine unlocked the door.

"God, I missed you." Kurt whispered as Blaine started up the car. "It was so awful. Being in the same room with you and all of those dancing happy couples and not being able to just reached out and touch you, or even just talk to you. I couldn't stand it."

"I know. I felt the same way, but I wasn't going to tell you."

"Why not?"

"I wanted you to have a chance at having some fun tonight. I didn't want you to know how much it was killing me."

"Blaine, Santana and I could both tell from across the room. Your heart's always on your sleeve."

Blaine sighed.

The rest of the drive to Blaine's was silent. They pulled into the driveway, next to Blaine's father's car.

"Shit. I forgot my parents were home." Blaine muttered, more to himself than to Kurt.

"Dammit. Um, take me home? We can...We can watch a movie? I mean, I wanted to...You know. But a movie sounds nice, too. As long as I'm with you."

"No. Come on. My parents will be in bed already, and they're completely oblivious most of the time these days anyway. We'll be fine. We'll just have to be a little quieter than usual."

"Okay." Kurt nodded. "Okay, yeah. Let's go."

They both got unbuckled and got out of the car, walking up to Blaine's front porch. Blaine opened the door slowly, peeking inside and making sure no one was around before opening it all the way, and signaling for Kurt to go in ahead of him.

"Such a gentleman." Kurt teased.

"Come on. Let's get up to my room before my parents decide to choose today to care what's going on in this house." Blaine whispered.

They quickly went up the stairs, Kurt in front, and Blaine following behind him. Kurt felt weird, staying over at Blaine's while his parents were home. Now he understood how Blaine must have felt that day, before they got together, when he'd called him over to do stuff while Burt was home. That felt like such a distant memory. Almost like it had been a different person who had done it. Kurt felt different now. And it was all thanks to Blaine.

They made it to Blaine's room, slipping inside and shutting the door quietly.

"God, Kurt, you look amazing tonight." Blaine said. "When I saw you walk into the gym...Kurt, it was so hard for me not to run over to you and kiss you. I wanted to. I wanted to so badly."

Kurt walked over, taking off his shoes and socks, and sitting on Blaine's bed.

"So kiss me now." Kurt said, as he situated himself so he was lying on Blane's bed, his head propped up by pillows.

Blaine removed his shoes and socks as well, along with his suit jacket, and climbed on top of Kurt on the bed. Kurt grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him into a heated kiss. He slipped his tongue in past Blaine's lips and traced along the inside of his mouth, loving the familiar feeling. It had been a while since they'd kissed like this, and Kurt had missed it.

"Blaine can we...I just really want to be naked with you right now."

"Of course." Blaine nodded, climbing back off of Kurt and removing all of his clothing as Kurt did the same.

Kurt settled himself back down on the bed and waited for Blaine to return.

Blaine crawled back to Kurt, settling himself between his legs, and resting his chin on his hands on Kurt's chest.

"Mm. You're warm." Kurt said, threading his fingers through Blaine's hair.

"And you're cozy." Blaine informed him.

Kurt giggled, pulling Blaine up gently by his hair to connect their mouths in a lazy kiss.

"You know." Kurt said, pulling his mouth away just enough to speak. "I had planned on ravishing you at some point this evening, but I'm tired and you're cozy, and I sort of just want to cuddle up with you and go to sleep."

"That sounds absolutely perfect to me. There'll be time to ravish me another day." Blaine said with a small smile.

"I love you." Kurt said.

"And I love you."

They got themselves nice and settled in bed, facing each other, with their arms wrapped around each other. It was an odd position for sleeping in, but neither of them wanted to be the big spoon tonight.

Blaine pulled the covers up over them, kissing Kurt on the forehead and whispering "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Blaine."