Kurt wasn't normally one for throwing pity parties. In fact, he believed there were only certain circumstances when it was actually acceptable to throw yourself a pity party. Rose's Turn had been one such circumstance. This was another.

And perhaps it was ridiculous for Kurt to be getting so upset over something like this, but no matter how many times he reminded himself to put the world into perspective, he still felt that a pity party was necessary.

Blaine.
Blaine Anderson.
Blaine "Warbler" Anderson.

Yep. Kurt needed to throw a pity party. With a sigh he recounted the events of the past few weeks, rather unhappily.

Blaine was in love with Jeremiah. Apparently. Kurt recalled the embarrassment he'd felt; he'd been supporting Blaine's idea of singing to the guy he was in love with…and then Blaine had mentioned that the guy he was in love with worked at the Gap. The problem was that Kurt didn't work at the Gap. Which meant that Blaine wasn't in love with him. Kurt was in love with Blaine, and Blaine was in love with someone else. And for Kurt, there was something deeply unsettling about that.

Kurt had hoped a sleep-over with Rachel and Mercedes would make him feel better but…no, he had actually ended up feeling worse. Because it had been through talking to them that he had realised he'd made it all up in his head; that he'd imagined Blaine had feelings for him, other than feelings of friendship of course. With a sigh, he'd promised both girls that he would still attend the Gap-Attack, as the Warblers were calling it. "Check out the competition!" they had told him to do.

So he did. He went to the Gap-Attack and he saw Jeremiah…and he could understand why Blaine was attracted to this boy, and well that sucked to be honest. So he'd encouraged his friend, just friend-nothing more, to sing to Jeremiah-the-junior-manager-at-the-Gap. And Kurt had sung along too, even if he was more than a little bitter about the whole thing, because Blaine should have been singing to him!

And then Kurt had stuck by Blaine, and sat with Blaine, and comforted Blaine as he was rejected by Jeremiah-the-junior-manager-at-the-Gap. And then he had attempted to bite his tongue as Blaine stood by him in the line at the Lima Bean complaining about Valentine's Day, and how everything previously "adorable" was now suddenly "gross".

And then he'd done something totally stupid!
"I thought the guy you wanted to ask out on Valentine's Day was...me."
What on earth had driven Kurt to actually admit that to Blaine? But at least the encounter wasn't all bad, he reminded himself.
"I really, really care about you…I don't want to screw this up."
Yeah, Kurt had memorised the exact words Blaine had said, so what?

So…maybe that had kind of gotten Kurt's hopes up just a little bit. And that really was a bad idea, because the next thing Kurt knew, he and Blaine were at Rachel's train-wreck extravaganza of a "party". And before he could properly absorb what was happening before his very eyes, one of his best friends was kissing the guy he was admittedly in love with. And yeah, that really sucked to be honest. So once again, Kurt had sat back and held his tongue, as he watched Rachel and Blaine sing together, as he watched Blaine drink far more than was healthy for a boy his size, and he had helped carry Blaine to his car, driven him home, and settled him in Kurt's own bed so that the boy didn't get in trouble by his parents.

Then, the following week, something truly embarrassing had happened. God, Kurt didn't even want to think about it, but it was hard not to. He still felt so embarrassed about the way he had attempted to appear "sexy" only to be told by Blaine that it looked like he had gas problems. Wonderful! Exactly the kind of thing Kurt wanted to hear from the guy he had a crush on. And then there was that discussion with Blaine where he'd admitted to watching porn. And he really had no idea why he had admitted that to Blaine!

So, here he was. Pretty damn upset, and pretty damn embarrassed, and quite over the whole thing; Kurt Hummel was ready to throw himself a pity party.

He knew the Warblers were fans of bursting into song, regardless of what room they happened to be in. But Kurt had always preferred the stage, and so he made his way to the strangely rarely used Dalton Academy auditorium.

As he stood centre stage, staring out into the empty seats, he ran through a list of song in his mind before finally settling on one that seemed perfect for his current pity party.

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken

Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me

I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me,
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break,
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough
I try as hard as I can

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken

Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me

I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man
I try as hard as I can

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken

Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me

Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me

Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me

Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me

Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me

"Kurt…"

The voice startled him and he turned around to see Blaine standing in the wings. Of course Blaine of all people would be the one to stumble upon his pity party.

"Ummm…I was just…" He tried to find a good enough excuse for why he was in here alone, singing a rather depressing song, but he came up blank. He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that Blaine wouldn't press him for a reason, and would instead just forget about the whole thing. Kurt reminded himself that he was supposed to blend in, that he would never get anywhere if all he cared about was "getting noticed", or at least that's what Blaine had told him. Singing alone on stage was not exactly blending in…

"You know, I think you have one of the greatest, if not the greatest voice I have ever heard, Kurt."

"I…what?"

"And you're so confident all the time, you never hold back your feelings, and you have such incredible wit."

Kurt's brows drew together, because why on earth was Blaine talking like this?

"And…you're beautiful, Kurt. You truly are. And I was so, so very wrong when I said that you weren't sexy. Because you are, and you don't even need to try." Blaine swallowed audibly and walked from the wings to where Kurt stood frozen, still in the middle of the stage. "You'd have to be blind to see through you, Kurt, to not notice you and how amazing you are... I've been so blind."

Kurt drew in a stuttering breath. This couldn't really be happening. He had to push down the butterflies that were wreaking havoc in his stomach because he knew he was just getting his hopes up again.

"I've been so very blind, Kurt. You've been here all along and I just…" He took some more steps towards Kurt until he stood directly in front of him. Blaine's hands stretched out towards Kurt's own, grasping them and running his thumbs along the back of Kurt's hands. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realise that what I've been searching for has been right in front of me this whole time. But, if you'll let me…" Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes, his gaze unable to help flicking down to his lips every few seconds, "I'd really like to kiss you right now."

Kurt felt his eyes go wide, or wider if that were possible. His heart did that strange little flip where it somehow ended up both in his throat and in his stomach at the same time, skipping several beats in the process. Dragging in another stuttering breath, he nodded almost imperceptibly, it was all he was able to do but it was enough for Blaine who leant in and captured Kurt's lips with his own. It took Kurt a moment before he was finally over the initial shock of Blaine's lips kissing him enough to actually respond, so he dragged his hands from where they were still clasped in Blaine's between them, and threw them around Blaine's neck, pulling him in closer as he began to kiss back in earnest. Blaine's arms snaked around Kurt, resting against the small of his back and pulling him flush against his own body. Kurt couldn't remember what happy felt like in comparison to this moment, he felt positively giddy. But he was also struggling to remember how to breathe properly, and so he pulled back, reluctantly ending the kiss.

Maybe I should throw pity parties more often, he thought to himself, leaning his forehead against Blaine's as they both regained their breath.

"That was…ummm…wow." Blaine said with a small laugh, his breath ghosting over Kurt's lips. "I really should have done that a lot sooner."

"Yeah, you really should have." Kurt replied before leaning in and kissing Blaine once more. They had so much to catch up on.