"... and they'll continue singing it forever..," a voice sang quietly.
"If you don't shut your trap right now, I swear I'm going to wrap Blaine's IV around your throat and strangle you," an irritated voice interrupted.
Blaine opened his eyes, a smile on his face. "Just because," he rasped.
"This is the song that never ends," David sang before getting smacked in the arm by Wes. "Ouch. Dude that freaking hurt!"
"I warned you," Wes said. He turned concerned eyes to Blaine. "Hey, buddy. It's good to see you awake. How do you feel?"
Blaine did a general body check. His chest was sore and he felt weak overall, but his general health appeared to be well. "I think I'm okay," he said. "My chest hurts."
"That would be from the airbag. The guy who hit you got a concussion and a broken arm, but he'll be okay," Wes reported. "He's going to get a pretty huge ticket for hitting you."
"Good," Blaine said. "But I am glad he's okay. Do you think we could call a nurse? I hurt really bad and I need to go to the bathroom."
"Of course," David said and reached for the call button.
. . . . . .
Blaine's injuries weren't serious and he was released the next day. His mother made him stay in bed all that day and most of Sunday, though he insisted he was fine. When it came to returning to school on Monday, she fought him on it. He begged her to let him go, knowing the Warbler's were preparing an ‘impromptu' performance midday. She finally relented, though she insisted on driving him and picking him up. He agreed, relieved to be able to get out of the house.
He was sore on Monday morning, but he kept a cheerful face around his mother, knowing she'd insist he stay home if he let any discomfort show. She dropped him off making him swear to call if he needed to come home early. Agreeing and hugging her to show her he was fine, he darted into the main hall of Dalton Academy, breathing a sigh of relief. The car accident had been painful and, thankfully, not his fault. But he had a feeling his mother wouldn't let go of the fear for a long time to come. His father didn't give much more than a glance to make sure he was okay before returning to his piles of work. Blaine didn't mind. He preferred living his life in solitude at home and for the most part he was able to. Cooper was never home and as long as he stayed away from car wrecks, his mother would leave him alone.
Making it through his first three classes, he was able to loosen the sore muscles in his body and began to truly feel good. The few Warbler's he'd come across had made sure he was up to performing and he reassured them all he'd be fine.
Hurrying down the staircase on his way to the Warbler's hall, he was running through lines in his head when a lovely, soft voice interrupted him.
"Excuse me, um hi, can I ask you a question?"
Blaine turned and looked at the owner of the voice. He was tall and thin, dressed in a dark jacket over plaid long shorts that hung over leather boots that came up to his knees. He was taking off dark sunglasses and smiling at him hesitantly.
"I'm, I'm new here," he continued.
"My name's Blaine," Blaine said, offering his hand. He knew immediately the boy wasn't new here. If he was he'd already be in uniform as they are given the proper clothes to wear before they attended their first class. Blaine figured he was from a rival school, given the suspicious looks he was darting around.
"Kurt," the boy said, surprised, shaking his hand. Kurt's hand was incredibly soft, but taken away quickly.
Blaine was taken by the lovely blue-green eyes that stared into his for a moment before looking back at the chaos going on around them.
"What exactly is going on?" Kurt asked.
"The Warblers," Blaine told him excitedly. He didn't care if this boy was from a rival school or what. He suddenly wanted to be near him longer, so he'd take him to see the performance if he could convince him. "Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while," Blaine said with a wink. Looking around him, he knew he needed to hurry up and get to the commons himself before Wes took his head off for being late.
"So, wait," Kurt said, his face confused. "The glee club here is kind of cool?" he asked, his eyes full of disbelief.
Blaine grinned. "The Warbler's are like rock stars."
Kurt's eyebrows went up in shock.
"Come on, I know a short cut," Blaine said and started heading toward the commons, once he saw that Kurt was following him. They ran down an empty hall together and Blaine couldn't keep his eyes from glancing at Kurt as they ran. He was gorgeous and had full lips that were slightly open in awe as he took in the scenery they were running past.
Blaine got to the back entrance of the commons and opened the double doors.
Kurt stood there for a moment, taking in all of the Dalton students rushing around, clearing furniture out of the way.
"Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb," Kurt said hesitantly.
"Next time don't forget your jacket, new kid," Blaine teased, unable to help himself as he straightened Kurt's lapel over his messenger bag and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You'll fit right in. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said with a smile. He dropped his own bag off at a table and went to join the Warbler's assembling across the room, already beginning to sing the opening notes of the song.
Blaine began singing, walking around with his group, getting into the song.

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

Blaine couldn't help looking at Kurt as he sang, noticing the beautiful pink blush that quickly covered the other boys' face. He was definitely flirt-worthy, so Blaine decided to break out all of his charm for the lovely boy who was possibly a spy and not a very good one.

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

Blaine pointed at Kurt as he began the chorus, smiling and enjoying the pleased, but nervous look on Kurt's face.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Blaine was more sure than ever that Kurt was a spy as he looked around the room, shocked at the dancing, cheering audience. That paired with the question about their glee club being cool gave him away. He was still gorgeous, so Blaine continued to glance at him during key moments of the song, enjoying the embarrassed but pleased smiles.

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

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

I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

Blaine couldn't help looking Kurt straight in the eyes when he sang about skin-tight jeans. The look on his face was scandalized but perhaps slightly aroused?

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

I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt as he sang the last lines and saw that his flirting had not gone unappreciated. Kurt's cheeks were rosy and his eyes shy, but delighted. His clear blue-green eyes widened and he clapped with the rest of the audience as the song ended. His clapping was a little too fast for normal applause and Blaine took it as a compliment.
After congratulating his teammates and talking with several of the students who'd watched, Blaine made his way over to Kurt who was inching toward the door.
"So, Kurt, I was thinking we could have coffee sometime," Blaine said.
"Um, uh, sure, I'd like that," Kurt stuttered, his face red.
Blaine dug in his bag and pulled out the first white thing he saw to write on. He put his cell number and full name on it and handed it to Kurt.
"And don't worry," Blaine said with a wink. "We don't mind the occasional spy. Just don't make it a habit," he said, grinning. "What's your number?"
Kurt's jaw dropped open and his face went beet red. Kurt finally gave his number to him and watched as Blaine wrote it on his hand.
"Take care, Kurt," Blaine said. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked away, humming to himself.
. . . . .
Kurt hurried out of the building, his face on fire. He slid into his car and put his head against the steering wheel.
Blaine had figured out he was a spy? Crap! What if Dalton called McKinley? Mr. Schue would be pissed. But Blaine hadn't seemed angry. Amused if anything. He glanced down at the name and phone number. Blaine Anderson, it said, with a smiley face. Realizing the paper felt glossy, he turned it over and gasped. It was a picture of Blaine, his school picture, no doubt, given the uniform and standard background. Kurt stared for a few moments, taken by those golden hazel eyes. The looks Blaine had been giving him during the song had made his entire body tingle. He hadn't felt that before.
He hoped Blaine wasn't lying about getting together. Was he gay? Was the whole school gay? Kurt shrugged and put Blaine's number in his phone and tucked the picture safely away.
. . . . .
Blaine's heart broke as he watched Kurt's pale face crumble. What had the poor kid been through? To start crying at hearing the school has a no harassment policy? That seemed pretty extreme.
Wes and David left discreetly and Blaine and Kurt talked about the Neanderthal that was harassing Kurt and the reasons Blaine had left his old school. Blaine wished he could just pay for Kurt's tuition and bring him to Dalton and a safe environment, but he knew he couldn't. They talked for two hours about courage and the things in life that weren't so depressing. It turned out they had a lot of things in common. It was a fun conversation after the sad start and they parted with the plan to get together the next afternoon.
. . . . .
Time seemed to pass quickly, too quickly at times. Blaine was ecstatic when Kurt joined Dalton, though the reason he had to leave made him feel murderous. If he ever saw that Karofsky again, he would not stand down or take the high road.
He and Kurt continued to hang out, singing duets and practicing music. They were best friends by this point. Or at least Blaine thought of him like that.
Kurt's beautiful voice helped them tie McKinley at Sectionals and they were psyched to start practicing for Regionals.
All too soon, Kurt was comforting him as he humiliated himself at the Gap, then shocking him by admitting that Kurt had thought he was Blaine's crush. Blaine wanted to smack himself in the face. He'd been under the impression Kurt was fine with them staying friends. He obviously needed to figure out what the hell was going on in his own head.
Something in him was being stubborn and he had a feeling he just didn't want to get hurt. Kurt even put up with him when he ended up kissing Rachel and then taking her on a date. Kurt later apologized for judging him and Blaine, of course, forgave him. It was hard on both of them, trying to be who they were, when half the time, they had no idea who they were. They agreed to talk about things more openly and honestly.
Kurt was upset again when Blaine went to his father and talked about Kurt's lack of knowledge regarding sex. Blaine had known that Kurt would never do it. And though Kurt said he was nothing but a baby penguin and yes, his sexy looks resembled gas pains, he was wrong about not being sexy. When Kurt wasn't trying to be sexy, but just looking at Blaine, he was more than sexy, he was delicious. Kurt's eyes could smolder hotter than a forest fire. Blaine felt he owed it to Kurt to talk to his father. Kurt was unknowingly sexy and that could get him into trouble down the road if he wasn't prepared.
When Pavarotti died, Kurt came into the senior commons, dressed all in black which, Blaine instantly noticed, brought out his creamy pale skin and made his eyes shine like jewels. Kurt sang "Blackbird" and something in that moment seemed to sock Blaine in the stomach. He'd been a fool. He cared about Kurt so much and only his own foolishness and instinct to protect himself kept him from going after Kurt. He told the council that he would sing with Kurt and it was a unanimous ‘yes' vote.
Walking into the small study hall, he saw Kurt putting crystals on a box. He was so concentrated, his long lashes blinking, his mouth slightly open as he delicately used one hand to glue and one hand to place the crystals.
"What's that?" Blaine asked with a smile. He walked closer to take a look.
"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket," Kurt said, sounding tired. Blaine wondered how many hours he'd put into the small box.
"Well, finish up, I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice," he said with a hesitant smile.
Kurt looked up, his pink lips stretched in a genuine smile. "Do tell."
"Candles, by Hey Monday," Blaine said, his stomach in knots.
"I'm impressed," Kurt said with a pleased smile. "You're usually so top forty."
Blaine looked down. "Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional," he admitted, sitting down next to Kurt.
Kurt leaned back in his chair and looked at him seriously. "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?"
Blaine stared at him for a long moment, gathering his courage. Closing his eyes for a moment, he knew now was the moment. "Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, ‘oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever'," Blaine said, eyes open, his voice full of emotion.
Kurt looked tense and nervous, yet somehow excited as well.
Blaine closed his eyes again, before opening them and reaching forward to place his hand over Kurt's. He didn't let himself concentrate on how soft his skin was or how incredible it felt to touch him like this.
"Watching you do ‘Blackbird' this week. That was a moment for me... about you," Blaine said hesitantly, his eyes full of emotion.
Kurt's eyes were wide as he stared at Blaine.
Blaine tried to figure out how to get out his feelings. Finally he spoke. "You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
Kurt's eyes were glowing with what looked like happiness, Blaine thought, as he slowly moved toward him. Gently, he kissed those full lips that he'd been staring at for months. He wanted to groan at the delicious feeling and taste of Kurt, the electric shock of need. Instead, he moved closer, putting his hand gently on Kurt's face, deepening the kiss. Kurt reciprocated, his own hand coming up to clasp Blaine closer as he gasped out a breath. Kurt lips moved against his for a moment until Blaine leaned back, afraid of pushing too far. Kurt's hand hit the table with a smack, his eyes glazed. Blaine thought that might be a good sign.
He sat back in his chair, flustered, his body enflamed. Trying to gain composure, he rubbed his face. "Um, we should, we should practice," he said, smiling, though practicing was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to continue to kiss Kurt, feel his lips, explore his mouth, learn his taste.
"I thought we were," Kurt said with a weak, yet flirtatious smile.
Blaine didn't hesitate this time, his lips meeting Kurt's with the confidence that comes when you know your kiss will be welcomed and returned. Kurt's hand came up to hold him closer. As their lips moved passionately against each other, exploring and learning, Blaine soon grew frustrated, wanting to be closer, have more contact with him. After losing himself in Kurt's unbelievably soft lips for another moment, Blaine had a thought and stood slowly, not wanting to disrupt the kiss. Luckily Kurt moved with him until they were both standing. When he reached his full height, Blaine moaned as Kurt's body fit itself naturally against his own. Blaine tentatively put a hand on Kurt's broad shoulder only to feel Kurt place a hand on his waist, gripping him tightly, drawing him impossibly closer. Blaine had never been that physically close with a person before. It felt wonderful and even more, it had felt right. So very right.
. . . . .
Life seems to pass quickly when you are happy. Before long, Kurt was back at McKinley and Blaine soon followed, wanting to be close to his true love during his last year of high school. It helped that Blaine liked the other members of the glee club they were a part of and was developing friendships with most of them, Mike in particular.
When Blaine met Sebastian on a spur-of-the-moment trip back to Dalton to give out tickets to West Side Story, he couldn't help but be flattered by the more worldly boy. He knew it bothered Kurt, but for some reason, he kept talking and texting with him.
That Christmas, he gave Kurt a promise ring, a silly thing made of bubble gum wrappers. But it had taken him hours to fashion the wrappers into a ring that would hold. Judging by the glistening eyes of his boyfriend, it didn't matter that it wasn't an Elizabeth Taylor original. It mattered that Blaine was promising to be his boy forever. Kurt put it on a necklace and kept it around his neck so he wouldn't lose it.
Blaine soon learned the truth about Sebastian when that slushie hit him in the face in the parking garage. The shock of the icy, chunky fluid hitting him was a shock and soon accompanied by the intense burning and pain in his eyes. He had never seen anyone scream from a slushie before, but the pain wouldn't subside. The subsequent surgery guaranteed that he'd never trust Sebastian again.
Cooper came around again and ended up teaching the glee kids some really stupid acting tips. Tips that would probably get them booted from an audition. But Cooper seemed happy with all the attention. They ended up singing out their problems, as everyone there seemed to do, and as a result, he got a brother and a friend.
He and Kurt began drifting apart, Blaine making himself unavailable to do things with his boyfriend. The thought of Kurt's impending departure to New York was weighing heavily on him. He ended up needing his brother not long after Cooper left when Blaine found Kurt's phone with all the text messages from Chandler. The hurt was so deep, he'd wanted to claw his own heart out. Singing it out didn't do much good this time. But in Ms. Pillsbury's office, he'd finally come clean about why he'd been distant, why he was so afraid and already missing Kurt so badly. They'd hugged and as soon as they were out of the counselor's office, Kurt dragged him into an empty room and claimed his lips. Kurt took Blaine's head between his hands and dominated him for a moment, kissing and licking into his mouth with a purpose.
"You are mine," Kurt declared, staring into Blaine's eyes. "I am yours. No matter where we are, we belong to each other. Do you agree?"
Blaine, dizzy with need, simply nodded.
"Good. Chandler means nothing and I'm so sorry that I let my ego hurt you. That's all it was; my ego being stroked by someone who knew how to give me cheesy compliments. All because I missed you," Kurt finished softly. "I need you to be with me in my last week's here. I need your love and your attention. I want to soak you up into my very pores to take with me," he whispered against Blaine's lips.
He slanted their mouths against each other, thrusting his tongue into Blaine's mouth, tasting his tears, his despondency, his fears. He tried to take them all away by kissing him forcefully, Blaine's face still caught between his hands.
Blaine responded easily. He could understand about Chandler if he thought about it. It was like Sebastian, no matter how bad he wanted to deny it. Now, though, he put all of his emotions into the kiss, pushing into Kurt, slotting their legs together so he could rock his pelvis against Kurt's.
"I need you," Blaine muttered.
"I need you, too, baby," Kurt said breathily against his ear. Kurt tilted his hips and began thrusting against Blaine.
Blaine could feel his rock hard erection through his slacks and moaned as it rubbed against his own hard-on. They undulated and rocked against one another until they were both whimpering.
"Kurt, I'm so close," Blaine said.
"I have an idea," Kurt gasped. He slid to his knees in front of Blaine and undid his trousers. Pulling his cock out of his pants, Kurt quickly wrapped his full lips around the rosy tip of his erection. He used his hand as well, twisting and pulling just the way Blaine liked.
Blaine had his hands clenched against the wall, wishing they were somewhere private so he could grab Kurt's hair. But his boyfriend would kill him if he messed up his hair during a school day. Soon Blaine didn't care as the heat spiraled through his stomach, his back, and shooting out his cock as he came deep into Kurt's throat. Kurt hummed and swallowed it all, keeping his mouth on Blaine's cock until all the pulsing had stopped. Then he licked him clean and put him back in his slacks.
"Thank you," Blaine muttered.
"You are welcome," Kurt said, his eyes glazed, his skinny jeans unable to hide the bulge of his cock.
Blaine sank to his knees, pulling Kurt's hips to him eagerly. He pulled out Kurt's cock and began sucking on it, hollowing his cheeks and tonguing gently at the slit in his tip. He stuck his hand in Kurt's pants and massaged at his perineum, making Kurt squeak and then moan deeply. He kept up the sucking and massaging and within a minute, Kurt was warning him, then shooting his come into Blaine's mouth. Blaine returned the favor of swallowing and cleaning him up before putting him away and zipping his jeans.
They leaned against each other, kissing softly.
"Thank you," Kurt whispered.
"You're welcome," Blaine said, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Not just for the blowjob," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's cheek. "But for forgiving me, for telling me why you've been distant. I've missed you so much."
Blaine felt tears sting his eyes. "I've missed you too. No more distance, I promise."
"I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt said, his eyes glistening.
"I love you too," Blaine said.
. . . . .

As much as he'd hoped that time would freeze, it didn't. Soon he was saying goodbye to Kurt as he left for New York. Life became a series of summer jobs, Skype sessions, text messages, and quick trips between New York and Lima. Luckily, Blaine's senior year sped by and he was soon moving in with Kurt, Finn, and Rachel. Blaine finally felt whole. He asked Kurt to marry him that year with an actual ring, though the gum-wrapper ring sat proudly on Kurt's dresser, in the red box it had come in. Kurt said yes and they agreed to wait until after college.
After college ended up meaning several years after college, thanks to their rising careers on Broadway. Kurt had started out as a makeup supervisor and worked his way up to leading man. Blaine got into a musical and stuck with it season after season. He liked the steady work, while Kurt liked trying new things.
When Kurt turned thirty, they finally got married. It was a beautiful ceremony and they topped it off with a honeymoon in Paris. Between lovemaking and shopping, it was an exhausting honeymoon. And they were both ecstatically happy. Blaine loved looking over and seeing that ring on Kurt's left hand, knowing it was a beacon to the world that he belonged to Blaine and vice versa. Life was perfect now. His soul mate was his forever and nothing would ever make him happier. Snuggling down into bed with Kurt after another trip to the Eiffel Tower, he kissed his husband.
Kurt smiled sleepily at him. "I love you, Blaine Anderson-Hummel."
"And I love you, Kurt, Hummel-Anderson," Blaine said, brushing his lips once more over Kurt's perfect lips. "Forever."

. . . . . .

"... and they'll continue singing it forever..," a voice sang quietly.
"If you don't shut your trap right now, I swear I'm going to wrap Blaine's IV around your throat and strangle you," an irritated voice interrupted.
Blaine's eyes shot open. Looking around, he saw Wes and David, his old friends from high school. "What the hell are you guys doing here? What the hell am I doing here?"
Wes came over to him. "Blaine you were in a car wreck. Don't you remember?"
"No, last thing I remember is being in Paris with Kurt," Blaine said, rubbing his eyes. What the hell was going on? Why did his chest ache so badly? Where was Kurt?
"Who is Kurt?" David asked.
"My husband, David," Blaine said as if to say ‘duh'. "You were at the wedding."
Wes and David looked at each other. "You must have been having some sort of weird dream, cuz uh, you aren't married, buddy. You're sixteen. And we don't know anybody named Kurt," David said.
Blaine stared at him in shock and confusion. He wasn't sixteen. He was almost thirty and married to Kurt. Where was Kurt? Where was his husband? And what the hell was going on?

. . . . .