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klaineficroulettechallenge-us · 2 years

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Chapter 16: EpilogueBy GleefulPoppet

Prom Day Saturday, May 15th, 2038 (25 Years Later)

“Oh, babe, those were the days, were they not?” Blaine brushed his fingertips over the Prom photo from almost exactly 25 years ago. “Look how little we were.”

“We were so little. Can you believe how delusional all that was with Sebastian bursting into the Prom and thinking he could somehow reconcile with you? I haven’t thought about it for a long time.” Kurt laughed and kissed the top of Blaine’s head where he was snuggled between Kurt’s legs with his back to Kurt’s chest, holding up the scrapbook he had made so many years ago.

“Delusional is the word! Sometimes, I wonder what his life turned out to be like.”

“I hope he got his act together. He was such a pompous ass,” Kurt said.

“He really was. It’s nice to think about Landon and Dave, though. We received that announcement in the mail a few weeks ago about the two foster kids they adopted; it was adorable. Who would have thought it? They ran off and got married before we did! And Dave’s the football coach for a community college in…”

“Nebraska. They’ve won a couple of state championships, and Landon is a teacher there. Astonishing when you think about it, how what happened to me with Dave drove me to Dalton, where I met you and Alex. Then, I returned to McKinley, and you transferred. Then Dave came back. Alex came to visit and told us about Landon, and then he fell in love with Dave and helped him find his potential. And Dave helped him in return. And somewhere in there, you and I finally said, ‘I love you,’ in the more-than-friends way.” Kurt chuckled.

“We sure did. Best day of my life,” Blaine hummed as he turned to another random page. They were having fun looking at the book out of order. “Oh, my heavens! My 18th birthday!” He started laughing and shaking his head. “We were still in the thick of our fake-dating ruse.”

“I was pining for you so hard I think I had drool stains on my shirt. Look at you, so hot in that gray-and-white-striped shirt, bow tie with yellow polka dots, and your mustard yellow pants.” This time, Kurt touches the photograph. “And I just wanted to turn off that damn karaoke machine and give you the world’s most passionate kiss.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, why didn’t you?”

“Because that was impossible. You’d already given me what I thought was the world’s most passionate kiss at Rachel’s party.”

“Little did we know…”

“How amazing kissing can be? And how sex gets better the older you are?”

“Exactly. I think it’s hysterical we thought our sex life would be over after our 20s.”

Kurt whispers in Blaine’s ear, “Mmm... It’s not, is it? How many times did I have you begging for more last night? How many times did I swallow your screams in my mouth to help keep you quiet? And we just turned 43 this year, so really, I think we should plan on enjoying ourselves into our 90s, don’t you?” Kurt said as he nipped behind his husband’s ear, causing him to shiver.

“At least.” Blaine pushed back into Kurt; he could feel him getting interested. They went in waves, like this week, where they had the hottest sex ever for hours on end or even multiple times a day, which sometimes turned into maybe once a week and everywhere in between. “Don’t start, love. Please? Later. We’re going to get in trouble again.”

Kurt buried his head in Blaine’s shoulder to stifle his laughter. “We so would. I’ll be good. Next random page.”

Blaine quickly closed the book and unfurled it again. “Our college acceptance letters! Remember? My parents came over, we had Carole’s three-layer chocolate cake, and we opened all our letters together.”

“Yes! We nearly broke our parents’ eardrums when we got accepted to NYADA! We could have damaged our voices! After that, I don’t think we even cared about the other letters.”

“I loved going to college with you and living in that tiny little apartment with avocado-colored appliances and that sunshine yellow tile, constantly trying to make ends meet. You worked at the diner all those years, and I taught piano lessons, doing all we could to make our dreams come true one day at a time. And now look at us. We did okay, didn’t we?”

“We did. Living in a brownstone and working on Broadway or off-Broadway productions for the last 20 years in one capacity or another. You, my exceptional husband, have two Tony awards, a slew of other awards, and a new show opening soon with your original music. It’s been extraordinary.”

“And how many do you have, Kurt?”

“Stop. I want to gush about you, not me.”

“You have three, Kurt Hummel. Three Tony awards and you deserve every one of them. Not to mention, you were the first of the New Directions to get one.”

Kurt chuckled. “Rachel has never forgiven me, not really. Hers wasn’t far behind, though.”

“Another page?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah. I think we have time for one more before we have to get ready.” Kurt glanced over at the clock.

He flipped the pages again. “Oh, graduation day! That was marvelous.”

“Yes, it was, Mr. Valedictorian! We thought that day would never come, and then it came and went in seconds, and now we’ve been together longer than we were alive in these pictures.”

“Wow. There’s some perspective for you.”

“Do you remember what happened on graduation night? On our way to the final party at Rachel’s, you were so desperate for it, telling me all the fantasies you’d had, that we pulled over in a darkened parking lot and climbed into the back seat, and you—”

Blaine cut Kurt’s story off with his lips, tilting his head to get a more suitable angle with the way they were sitting, and opened his mouth to deepen it. He wanted to get lost in his husband’s arms for just a minute. It still made Blaine’s stomach flutter when he was fully present in the moment and felt so much gratitude that they’d made it this far, still so in love.

They heard a loud thump upstairs and then a chorus of girls laughing. “Dads! We’re coming down. You’d better not be making out again!” A teen voice carried down the stairs.

“How do they know? How do they always know?” Blaine groaned as he reluctantly pulled away from Kurt’s decadent mouth.

Kurt tipped his head back and laughed. “Would you like some more perspective? Our daughter is as old as we are in these photos, and we’ll be adding her Prom and graduation pictures to her scrapbook this month.”

“It’s gone so fast.”

When the four girls arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Blaine and Kurt gasped and jumped up from the couch. “You all look so beautiful!” they said in unison.

“You did a spectacular job with hair and makeup on each other,” Kurt said, reaching out and twirling his daughter, Audrey, to inspect her. “So perfect. All of you,” he said as he looked over their hair.

“Thank you, Dad,” they chimed. Of course, only two of them were his. All their children’s friends called them ”Dad,” and they had an incredible relationship with them. Their home was a haven for all the kids. When things in the outside world were scary and school was hard, everyone knew they were welcome at the Hummel-Anderson’s for hugs, fun, advice when asked for, singing, a quiet zone study room, food from a kitchen that was never closed, and somewhere that was always safe.

At that moment, the front door flew open. “I’m home!” Spencer yelled.

One of the girls, Sophia, squealed, “Hide me! He can’t see me yet!”

“Spencer, don’t come in here unless you want the wrath of your girlfriend. Take your tux upstairs. I’ll call you when it’s safe,” Blaine half-shouted as he headed towards the foyer to greet him.

“Thanks, Dad. That would’ve been scary.”

“I agree,” he said as he patted him on the shoulder and then headed back to Kurt.

“Hi, Papa! You going to help me?” he shouted as he bounded up the stairs two at a time.

“Yup! Tell me when you’re ready,” Kurt called back.

Sophia said, “Oh, thank heavens. You’re going to do his hair?” which made their other friend, Lana, laugh because Spencer was notorious for laying down the hair gel despite everyone’s grumbling.

“I am indeed,” Kurt replied and then chuckled. “Whatever you threatened him with convinced him.”

She nodded. “Thank you!”

“Anything for you girls. Now, do you have everything you need? Your gowns are still intact? Shoes are still in pairs? Nothing is slipping off and needs altering?”

“Yes. Thank you, Papa. You’ve checked a dozen times. We just have to put our dresses on when it gets closer. We thought we’d help with the food for Greer’s party tonight since she helped us get ready for Prom.” She poked her little sister, a freshman in high school.

“Well, that is sweet of you ladies,” Blaine said. “Papa and I already finished it all, though, so why don’t you go relax before the chaos starts and you have to get dressed in an hour?”

“You’re sure?” Audrey and Greer asked simultaneously.

Kurt smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest. It had been such a privilege to see these kids get older and how they lived—each in their own way—what he and Blaine had tried to teach them. Their family motto, which hung in several places in their home, was C.O.U.R.A.G.E. (Communication, Open-minded, Understanding, Respectful, Adventurous, Grateful, Educated). His kids were always willing to help, so he didn’t mind the insanity that was about to start.

“We’re sure. Audrey, yours and Lana’s dates and their parents and Sophia’s parents should all be here in 90 minutes. We’ll do pictures and send you off to Senior Prom. Well, Junior Prom for Spencer and Sophia. In two hours, all of Greer’s friends should arrive, and once we make sure they are all here safely for their outdoor movie night—complete with a popcorn and candy bar, a cooler full of sodas, and six extra-large pizzas being delivered, including a gluten-free and vegan option—then we’ll head out with all the Prom date parents for dinner.”

“Oh, is that all?” Audrey teased.

“Well, Dad and I can still add volunteering as chaperones at your Prom!”

“Oh, Dads! No! We talked about this. You would sing every other song or dance in a dark corner. Ewww. Public displays of affection. I love you, Papa, but no. Thank you.”

All the girls laughed and dashed upstairs.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms and kissed him playfully, parting with a mwwwah.

“You ready to get all dressed up for our hot date?” Blaine asked.

“I am indeed! Shall we?” Kurt offered his elbow as they headed toward their room.

Blaine beamed as he glanced at his husband. “What a wonderful, wonderful life.”

#The Prom-us #Now Complete #Klaine Roulette Challenge- the Prom-us #the prom-us #klaine fic roulette- the prom-us #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #the prom us #signal boost #the promus

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cutetanuki-chan · 1 year

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finally on the prom together

better late than never

but they bribed the principal with a free tickets to aquarium and proceeded to run through school halls

#sashannarcy want to have a prom together so they sneak into their old school to attend one #but I forgot how US schools works so Idk if there's a prom in a middle school #amphibia #anne boonchuy #Marcy wu #sasha waybright #sashannarcy #art

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cherryvanillacolaqueen · 2 months

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☆Lost But Now I Am Found☆

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ohno-the-sun · 8 months

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Brain empty only fish 🐟

#sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #Luca au #mermaid au #mermaid sundrop #I should really draw moon more often #prom myself I’ll do a moon to go with this #feels like I’m returning to form with this artstyle #soft pen with colored shading #ended up with the same effect of that crayon pen I used to use #keep in mind #set the characters up more in a more interesting position it’s too far away this way #god can I ever draw my own design consistently #add fin and maybe change frills

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madeline-kahn · 1 year

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Dancing in Film: Prom dances

High School Musical 3: Senior Year (2008) dir. Kenny Ortega Pretty in Pink (1986) dir. Howard Deutch Blockers (2018) dir. Kay Cannon Not Another Teen Movie (2001) dir. Joel Gallen Jawbreaker (1999) dir. Darren Stein Back to the Future (1985) dir. Robert Zemeckis Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig Prom Night (1980) dir. Paul Lynch The Prom (2020) dir. Ryan Murphy 10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger Footloose (1984) dir. Herbert Ross Twilight (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke Valley Girl (2020) dir. Rachel Lee Goldenberg Never Been Kissed (1999) dir. Raja Gosnell The Spectacular Now (2013) dir. James Ponsoldt Carrie (1976) dir. Brian De Palma The Prom Pact (2023) dir. Anya Adams Napoleon Dynamite (2004) dir. Jared Hess To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before: Always and Forever (2021) dir. Michael Fimognari She’s All That (1999) dir. Robert Iscove

#filmedit #disneyedit #musicaledit #80sedit #90sedit #00sedit #teendramaedit #usergina #userk8 #my edit #filmchoreo #because it always needs to be said:#not an exhaustive edit just an exhausted editor #but also i deliberately did not include anything that did not use the word prom in its script #(blockers is the afterparty and hsm3 is before the night of but eh)

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savannahsdeath · 7 months

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hi Savannah!!! was thinking abt this idea for a while and thought that your amazing writing would so do it justice. maybe popular Ellie! x loser-ish s/o and they’re going to prom together. readers parents or Joel (whoever’s house they’re at) could be taking pictures and commenting on how cute they look together. after they end up going to prom and they’re so happy and cute with each other. maybe some angst where like someone’s makes fun of readers dress or something. they could be like jealous of reader since she’s kind of a loser and Ellie’s more on the popular side, idk. do whatever u want. bye!!!

POPULAR!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

warnings: none i think ?? just reader having a mean fake friend;(((

writers note: omg anon i love u !! you and your idea !! i had to stand up and start pacing around my room writing it cus ohmygod .

your dress hugged your figure, the fabric stretching with every movement, clinging to your curves. it shimmered as you walked, catching the light as a slight glimmer. it draped down to just above your ankles, a slit on the side accentuating your legs. you stood in front of a full-body mirror, trying to decide if you should keep your hair down or...

"come on, babe!" ellie shouted from the hallway, quickly making her way to you. "you ready?" she gave you a hug from behind, loosely wrapping her arms around your waist. you stared at her reflection. she, obviously, wasn't wearing a dress but a white, formal shirt decorated by a messily tied tie, probably stolen from joel. and somehow, she still looked so attractive.

she spun you around, pressing her lips to yours with a light hum. "i hate these little school parties." she admitted, still standing suspiciously close to you. "but at least i get to see you in pretty dresses."

you smiled, fixing her tie before tugging on it and turning around to walk away. she followed you everywhere like a puppy, tangling your fingers together anytime she had the chance to.

"i'd rather stay home." you agreed with a slight shrug.

she filled her glass with water, not letting go of your hand as she drank. "and what would we do?"

as she finished, you took the glass out of her hand and put it in the dishwasher, knowing she wouldn't do it herself. "i'm sure we'd come up with something."

you heard someone clearing their throat, making you slightly jump. it was joel, standing in the doorway, scanning both of you with his firm gaze.

"what do you think?" ellie proudly wrapped her hand around your waist, bringing you as close as possible.

he nodded with a barely noticeable smile. "she looks like a millionaire's wife." he pointed at you with his chin.

you looked down, trying to hide your flushed face.

"well, of course." ellie huffed, her hand stroking your side. "and i'm the millionaire."

"hell no." he immediately shook his head. "you're just a random homeless man." you giggled and she immediately gave you a disappointed look, as if to judge you for finding joel's taunting funny.

"homeless men have good style." she rolled her eyes, before adding a; "sometimes", and slowly guiding you to the living room.

"hey, kiddo, you know i'm kidding." joel's smile widened. "you both look great."

she mumbled a quiet; "whatever", though you could tell it reassured her, so you turned to joel and mouthed a silent thanks to him, knowing ellie would be in a bad mood for the next few hours if he wouldn't take his silly insult back.

joel wouldn't let go so easily, trailing after you with his phone covered in the, typical dad's, flip case. he raised it, telling you to pose.

"joeel—" ellie whined. "we had a deal, no pics."

you laughed, playfully nudging her. joel frowned, still focusing his camera on you. "your girlfriend's parents would definitely want to see how you look." he insisted, but she persistently shook her head. he managed to stealthily take a few photos of you both, smirking as if he just did the most illegal cheat ever.

"how do you feel now, ellie?" he asked, shooting a video.

"what do you mean?" she frowned, though it wasn't visible on the camera, since she didn't bother to turn around.

"you know, you're growing up." he shrugged. "you probably want to move out."

she was propping herself against the countertop, suddenly stopping doodling something in her diary. "what did you just say?" she turned around, seeing joel catching her reaction on the camera.

he laughed and stopped recording, sharing a chuckle with you. "just kidding, just kidding, no need to stress. it's not like i'm kicking you out."

"yeah, i fucking hope so." she muttered, looking away with an annoyed expression.

joel huffed, though the amusement was still palpable in his tone. "language." he warned with a toothy smile.

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"i'm not into girls, but jesus-" a voice from one of the bathroom cabins sighed. even though you couldn't tell who said it, you felt the admiration in the girl's voice.

you and ellie sat on the windowsill, listening to their conversation. overhearing wasn't fair, but how could you miss out on something like that? they were talking about your girlfriend, after all.

"and her girl—" someone added, but the previous girl mockingly laughed. "c'mon now. she's all right, but out of ellie's league." another mocking laugh. "and somehow, they're still together." "i dunno, maybe she's rich." rich? so people think ellie's with you because you pay her for affection? "i just don't believe in the good personality bullshit. and it definitely aren't the looks either." the voice continued.

you heard the sound of glasses hitting one another, as if raising a toast, though it was probably an accident. hiding in the bathroom to drink and talk shit, how mature.

"she's just as fine as ellie!" someone's annoyed voice rang out. "you're tasteless as fuck if you really believe what you're saying. now," another bang of bottles, "drink up." the voices took a break to down their glasses, before the argument continued. "okay, i admit, no one's better than williams, but still—" "no fucking way. m' not hearing you out!" another pause, way shorter this time. "oh, hey, sorry for talking like that about her. i forgot— you two are friends, aren't you?"

a third voice, one that stayed silent before, spoke up; "no, we're not." you quickly recognised the tone of your best friend, or at least a girl you thought is your best friend - layla. you opened your mouth to shout at her, but ellie brought you closer to her, gently covering your lips to keep you quiet. meanwhile, layla continued; "i don't know what ellie sees in her, either."

your eyes immediately watered up and your puffy lips trembled against your lover's hand. she pulled you closer to her, stroking your hair and planting little kisses on your forehead or nose. you sniffled, but the hiding girls didn't seem to hear it.

suddenly, one of them - the meanest one - started excitedly squealing; "look who texted me!! look, look!" you could see the dim light of phone screen from the gap above the floor. they packed their things, slowly spilling out of the cabin. and, well, when they finally noticed you and ellie, she had her lips persistently pressed against yours, making them freeze. she pulled away and stood up, giving them a nonchalant look. "hi, girls." she winked, extending her hand for you. you dragged her out of the bathroom, and when you were finally out of the girls' sight, you burst out laughing.

ellie smiled, though your sudden joy seemed weird to her, and her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "what?"

without answering, you continued tugging on her hand, letting go only when you were at the dance floor. you wrapped your hands around her neck as she placed hers on your waist, still surprised by your actions.

you rocked back and forth to whatever song was playing now, thinking of how to explain your reaction to ellie.

eventually, you just softly chuckled again. "i love you, els."

her frown disappeared, replaced by a look of pure affection she felt towards you. "i love you too."

she brought you closer to her by the grip she had on your hips, and your arms slowly withdraw, stopping when your hands reached her cheeks, cupping her face. you shared a long, slow, passionate, but most importantly - real kiss. you forgot about all the people surrounding you and focused on her tongue, which softly lapped against yours.

#reqs open #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #popular!ellie williams x reader #popular!ellie x reader #popular!ellie williams #popular!ellie #prom

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iww-gnv · 7 months

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- The Disney+ movie Prom Pact is facing criticism for using AI actors that look horrendous, which is exactly what striking actors are trying to prevent. - A Tweet calls out Disney CEO Bob Iger for using digital scans of actors instead of paying them fair wages. - Negotiations between SAG-AFTRA and AMPTP have collapsed, with the industry CEOs walking away from the bargaining table due to the significant gap between the two parties on important issues like protection against AI.

#disney plus #disney #news #disney news #ai #ai use #ai generation #ai theft #disney+#prom pact #sag aftra strike #sag aftra #sag-aftra #amptp

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arkham-prisoner · 2 months

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ARISTS!!!! BREAK OUT THE PROM NIGHT ART!!!!

#‘EDD-IE!!! WILL YOU GO TO THE PROM WITH US?!’#venom #venom let there be carnage #venom the last dance #eddie brock #venom symbiote #venom x eddie #Spider-Man #sony spiderverse #symbrock

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p4nishers · 7 months

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mobius in every universe turns silver tongue loki into an absolute stuttering and blushing rizzless mess its canon now

#the way bro was LITERALLY laughing nervously like they were abt to ask their crush to prom is WILD #its what dilfs do to all of us its okay bbg #lokius #loki spoilers #loki series #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius

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accirax · 11 months

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the costume design was a highlight

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #veronika grebenshchikova #arturo giles #verturo #fanganronpa #red flags meme #no shot i'm actually the first person to draw this right lol #missing the first two years(?) of the fangan means someone else must have beat me to it #nevertheless imitating the video's art style was super fun!#it kinda reminds me of the monster prom art style #i'm kinda bored of my current drawing style and i really like how this turned out so maybe i'll try using some of what i learned again #i love this duo they're so funny. i ALMOST put them together in my duos post so consider this makeup #sorry for all the arturo posting lately hsdfkfdl he's not even my favorite it's just what's come to mind #fanart #drawing #tw eyestrain #also nsft warning for the song/link itself but not the artwork

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klaineficroulettechallenge-us · 2 years

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Chapter 14 By justgleekout

“Wow,” Blaine breathed out and cleared his throat. “Just— Wow .” A smile broke out on his face, and he chuckled as he ducked his head, shaking it in disbelief. “Does that mean that-that you…” He swallowed. “Feel the same?” he asked, his voice apprehensive and a little shaky. Nerves suddenly washed over him. What if he got it wrong? What if he had misread Kurt kissing back? He closed his eyes, waiting for an answer.

Now, it was Kurt's time to let out a chuckle. He grabbed Blaine's face in both his hands, lifting it to look at him, and gave him a fierce look. Kurt’s eyes glistened as they filled with emotion. “Blaine Anderson, I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.” He pressed another chaste kiss to Blaine’s lips and smiled at him.

Blaine felt like he could breathe again for the first time in months. Those words, god! He had been waiting to hear those words for so long. And now, there they were. Everything would be so different now. Or would it? “So…does that mean we don’t have to break up after Prom?”

“Not if it’s up to me, we don't,” Kurt said. They shared goofy grins for a moment before Kurt realised something. “Wait. I should properly ask you, shouldn’t I?”

Blaine gave him a confused look. “Ask me what?”

“Blaine, would you be my official, not-fake boyfriend?” Kurt asked solemnly.

Blaine threw his head back and laughed. “Yes. Yes, I would,” he said, nodding enthusiastically at the gesture. He pulled Kurt into a tight embrace. When they pulled apart, they stayed close, their noses touching. Blaine leaned in, and they kissed again. Now that he knew Kurt felt the same and had for so long, he felt as if he needed to make up for lost time. Now that he could, he never wanted to stop kissing Kurt. It felt so much better now. So much lighter. So much easier. He let the kiss linger. He wanted to remember what Kurt's lips tasted like, how soft they felt against his own, and the warmth of Kurt being so close to him before they parted again. “Shall I… Shall I drive you home?” Blaine proposed.

“I’d like that,” Kurt said with a shy smile.

Blaine held out his hand and, as Kurt took it, escorted him to his car.

After a few moments of driving in comfortable silence while exchanging excited glances and bashful looks, Kurt broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Of course. Anything.” Blaine laid his hand on Kurt’s leg and squeezed, his eyes still on the road. It sent a wave of warmth through Kurt's whole body.

“Why did you wait so long to tell me how you felt?”

Blaine glanced at him. “I... I guess I just never found the right moment. I wasn't sure you felt the same. And then I was sure you didn’t when you started dating Alex.”

“Only because I thought I had no chance with you,” Kurt declared. “It was never going to last between him and me. At breakfast the other day, Alex told me he knew that, even when we started dating.”

Blaine shot him a confused look as if to ask what Kurt meant by that, so Kurt elaborated. “He told me he noticed you and I looked ‘obviously in love’ and that we were ‘meant to be.’” Kurt then sighed and shook his head. “I feel like, somehow, everyone around us seemed to know how we felt for each other except for us .”

Blaine snorted at that. “We really are oblivious, aren’t we?” he retorted. They fell silent again. “Why didn't you tell me how you felt?”

Kurt raised his eyebrows at that. “I did ! Remember Valentine's Day 2011? When I told you I wanted to be on the receiving end of your serenade? I think I just figured you’d remembered that. I really didn’t feel like embarrassing myself like that more than once.”

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but couldn't really find the words, so Kurt continued.

“I feel like I gave you so many signs as well. Planning those dates, kissing you when nobody else was around. I thought you would’ve caught on sooner,” Kurt said half-jokingly.

“I did notice,” Blaine said in a defensive tone. “But I think I was scared. Scared I was making it all up in my head. I didn’t wanna lose you, Kurt. I never want to lose you.”

A little later, they pulled up in Kurt's driveway.

“It’s not too late,” Kurt said as he checked the time on his phone. 9:36. “Would you like to come inside for a bit? I’m not really ready to say goodbye to you yet.”

“I would love to.” Blaine smiled at Kurt.

They both got out of the car. Blaine walked behind Kurt, following him to the house. As Kurt was walking in front of him, Blaine couldn’t help but stare at him. How perfectly he moved, the way his dress pants hugged his ass and tall legs so very well, how his shoulders filled out his shirt perfectly now that he had his jacket draped over his arm, and how soft his hair looked. Blaine felt his heart rate speeding up as he realised that he was now allowed to look. He wasn’t creeping on his friend; he was admiring his boyfriend .

When they walked inside, Kurt noticed a note on the counter. “ Emergency call in at the shop. Won't be home until midnight. Hope you had a nice dinner. - Dad .”

Oh, Kurt thought. They were home alone. Finn was sleeping over at Puck’s, and Carole always worked the night shift at the hospital on Fridays. And now his dad wouldn’t be home until late.

“Ehm, it, eh…seems we have the place to ourselves.” Kurt’s voice sounded breathy as he stared at the note in his hand.

“It does.” Blaine felt the weight behind those words. He tried to figure out what that meant for them now they were officially a couple. He moved closer to Kurt until Kurt was standing with his back to the counter.

“Would you like something to drink?” Kurt blurted out, not really sure about what to do either.

“Eh… No, thank you.” Blaine smiled. “But I—Can we go up to your room?”

Kurt swallowed hard and just nodded, heat creeping up his neck. Then, he moved away from Blaine, and they headed up the stairs into Kurt’s room.

Once in Kurt’s room, both boys sat down next to each other on the edge of Kurt’s bed. Blaine was playing with the cuff of his shirt while Kurt just stared at his hands.

“This is weird,” Kurt remarked.

Blaine’s head shot in Kurt’s direction. There it was. Kurt was already regretting this. Now that he had Blaine, he’d realised it wasn’t what he wanted. “Wh-what?” Blaine stammered.

“I mean, I just—I don't know how to act now,” Kurt said, blushing. “I don’t know if things have changed between us. I didn’t really expect today to turn out this way.”

Relieved at Kurt's words, Blaine sighed. Thank god. That was better than he expected. And to be honest, he felt the same. It suddenly all felt very new. Exciting but strange. “Oh, well… I don't think things have to be any different if you don't want them to be. Just knowing that the things we are doing are real now is what matters. We’ve been acting mostly on instinct in the past. I say we just keep doing that.”

Kurt looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“How about we just watch a movie, hm? No pressure.” He nudged Kurt's shoulder with his own, earning him a smile from Kurt.

“That sounds perfect.”

So, Kurt put on The Devil Wears Prada (one of their favourite movies), and they snuggled up together on the bed, linking their arms. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s right shoulder. This was nice. He felt comfortable and close to Kurt. But as the movie progressed, he kept feeling Kurt's eyes on him more and more often. So, Blaine looked up, meeting Kurt’s gaze, and suddenly, the movie played forgotten in the background. Kurt moved his left hand to cup Blaine’s jaw and stroked his thumb across his skin so softly that Blaine shivered.

“Just acting on instinct, right?” Kurt’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Uh-huh,” Blaine breathed in agreement.

Kurt leaned in to kiss Blaine, moving on top of him in the process.

This was new. Blaine felt Kurt's body flush against him. The shift in weight was overwhelming, but god, did it feel good.

Their kisses were tentative but got more open-mouthed as they continued. Their breathing got heavier, and soft moans rose from deep in their throats.

Kurt moved away from Blaine's mouth and started a trail of open mouth kisses down his jaw to his neck.

“Oh, god,” Blaine moaned. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to take in what was happening. Never in a million years had he expected to be there in that moment. He felt so good it was like he was floating. He was happy Kurt was there to keep him grounded.

As Kurt’s kisses turned into sucking, arousal was spreading through Blaine’s body, and he couldn’t stop himself from rocking up his hips. He was getting hard, and he realised he wasn't the only one. And suddenly, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

“Kurt,” Blaine breathed.

Taking hearing his name as encouragement, Kurt rolled his hips down.

“Kurt, wait.”

Kurt stopped his movements immediately and moved his mouth away from Blaine’s neck. “Fuck, Blaine, I’m sorry. Was that too much?” He looked at Blaine with a concerned look on his face.

“No. Not necessarily. What you’re doing feels wonderful.” He gave Kurt an encouraging smile. “But before we continue, I just wanna make sure that we’re both okay. I don’t want anything to happen that one of us isn’t comfortable with.” Blaine thought back to some of his less enjoyable moments between the sheets and never wanted to regret anything else he did with another person in bed. Nor would he want to make anyone feel the way he felt about some of his experiences with Sebastian.

“Oh.” Kurt’s face relaxed. “Yeah, of course. I mean, I don’t really have any experience beyond this point, but so far, everything's been great.” He smiled a sweet smile, which made Blaine's heart melt. “Are you okay?”

Blaine sighed. Of course, things would be okay. He was with Kurt. Kurt would never do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. “Definitely. Let’s just agree that we keep checking in with each other, okay?” he said as he stroked some hairs from Kurt’s forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“Sounds perfect.” They smiled at each other for a while before Kurt spoke again. “Can I…continue kissing you now?”

Blaine laughed. “Yes, you can.”

Kurt pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s lips and then another, and then the kiss deepened. Soon, they were back where they’d left off. Blaine was grabbing at Kurt’s shirt, untucking it from his pants, and letting his hands roam over his back. It occurred to him that he’d never felt so much of Kurt’s skin before. It was warm and incredibly smooth. Kurt’s hands were moving up Blaine’s chest and started undoing the buttons of his collar, creating more room for his mouth to trail down Blaine’s chest until Blaine's shirt was laying open around his torso. They sat up slightly so Blaine could shrug it off completely. At the same time, Kurt opened only the first few buttons of his shirt and just pulled it over his head. Blaine stared at the way Kurt’s muscles moved and stretched with the movement that seemed to happen in slow motion.

“God, you’re sexy,” Blaine gushed.

Kurt blushed. He had never been called sexy before. “You’re one to talk,” he said. Kurt’s eyes roamed over Blaine’s torso. His olive skin stretched over slight muscles, covered by a soft layer of stomach, and right below that stomach, a pair of very distinct “V” lines that guided Kurt’s eyes right to the bulge in Blaine's pants. Kurt swallowed at the sight. They had seen each other shirtless before, but they were never allowed to really look .

“Can I touch you? Fuck, Blaine, I really wanna touch you.”

“Please.”

They both lurched forward again. Their kisses became wilder, and Kurt’s hand travelled lower until he was cupping Blaine through his pants. He stroked a few times along Blaine's length, and Blaine groaned. “Jezus, Kurt. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Blaine said between kisses before he bucked up his hips into Kurt's touch. He let his hands glide over Kurt's back until he had hold of his ass. He pulled him closer and felt Kurt’s erection press into his hip. This already felt so much better than anything he and Sebastian had ever done. Probably because it meant something. To both of them.

“Kurt, can I take your pants off?” Blaine asked but regretted it immediately as he noticed Kurt freezing up a little. “We don’t have to!” he rushed to say after.

“No! I mean, that's okay! I was just thinking. I think I would like to keep my underwear on tonight. Is that okay with you? It’s just a little difficult to think straight. It all feels so good, but I don’t want to move too fast in the moment.”

“Of course, that’s okay! That’s more than okay. I am just so grateful I get to do this with you,” he said and pressed a kiss to Kurt's collarbone.

“Then, yes. You can take my pants off. But only if you lose yours, too!” Kurt gave Blaine a flirtatious wink, which Blaine returned with a bright smile. He felt so lucky to be there with Kurt. With good communication and the love between them, nothing could go wrong tonight. So, Blaine then rolled them over so he was on top of Kurt and sat up on his knees. He unbuttoned his fly and wiggled out of his pants. He then moved to unbuckle Kurt’s belt and undid his fly. He pulled his pants down and off his legs and couldn’t help but leave a few kisses on his thigh as he moved. When Blaine sat back up, he positively gaped at Kurt. This was a whole new sight to get used to. Kurt was wearing tight, dark green, army-printed boxers that contrasted heavenly with the lightness of his skin. His long legs were lean, muscular, and dusted with soft hair. “Sorry. I don’t mean to stare,” Blaine said, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from Kurt’s body. “But wow .”

“Stop it! You’re making me blush!” Kurt complained, but there was no real heat in his voice. “Now, come back here,” he said and made grabby hands at Blaine.

When Blaine broke his gaze to look at Kurt's face again, he noticed that Kurt was staring at him, too. “And you’re criticising me…” he murmured but moved down to Kurt again. He straddled him this time, which made the connection between them all the more intense. “Still okay?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” Kurt said and pulled Blaine in by his neck to kiss him again.

They were rocking their bodies together, taking their time, enjoying each other and the closeness they felt. Blaine moved to kiss Kurt behind his jaw right below his ear, and the response he got was immediate. Kurt let out a deep moan and dug his fingers into Blaine's skin. That moan must have been the most beautiful sound Blaine had ever heard. He loved making Kurt feel this good, so he did it again. But this time, he sucked on Kurt's skin there and bit down slightly, right when grinding his hips against Kurt’s.

Kurt cried , “ Omg, Blaine. Whatever you do, don’t stop. ”

So Blaine didn’t. One of his hands moved up to tangle into Kurt's hair. He tugged at it slightly to tilt Kurt's head and give himself more room.

Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine. His back arched up, and he couldn’t seem to keep his legs still as he tried to get Blaine as close as he possibly could.

Blaine was close alright. He couldn’t help letting out a moan himself. Kurt was so sexy like this, so unashamed in his pleasure. It turned Blaine on endlessly. It also didn’t help that Kurt felt so big against him. He couldn't help but let his mind wander. Maybe in the future, Kurt would let him ride him like this. Or press him against the mattress to just have him. Or the other way around. It didn’t matter. He realised at that moment he would accept anything Kurt Hummel would give him.

“ Blaine, I need—I am—, ” Kurt panted. His movements became uncontrolled, and Blaine felt him twitching below him until Kurt’s movements staggered and stilled and, “Ah…” Kurt let out a last soft moan as his body tensed up before he relaxed.

Realising what happened was what sent Blaine over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck, rolled his hips down one last time, and came. It felt like fireworks exploded in his head. He’d never felt this connected to another person. When he came down, he let his body fall next to Kurt’s.

They laid next to each other, panting. That's when emotions got a hold of Blaine. He started laughing softly and bit his lip as tears sprung into his eyes, his giggles mixed with cries. His mind was racing. He felt so happy, so warm and satisfied. He thought of Kurt’s kind words and warm touches but also of quick jerkoff sessions with Sebastian. He was angry he hadn’t waited for Kurt, but at the same time, he felt so relieved he was there now with him, that those times didn’t matter anymore.

Kurt looked over at the shorter boy and propped himself up on his elbow. He layed a comforting hand on his chest and stroked his thumb across his skin. “Blaine?” Kurt gave him a meaningful look. “Are you okay?”

He sniffled and looked at Kurt. “Yeah. Yeah it's just—I just realised that this is what it should always have felt like.” He gave Kurt a watery smile. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

Kurt smiled at him. “That's okay. Me, too,” he said kindly. “I am so happy to be here with you.” He kissed Blaine on his temple and snuggled in close. “That was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you.”

Blaine turned to take Kurt in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered into Kurt’s hair.

“I love you, too.”

They stayed like that for a while. Holding each other close, basking in the afterglow.

“What time is it?” Blaine asked after a while.

Kurt looked at the clock on his wall. “11:24,” he answered.

“I should probably get home. I don’t think we wanna wait until your dad gets back.”

Kurt pouted at him but sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“Do you have some, eh, underwear I could borrow?” Blaine asked, blushing.

“ Oh .” Kurt turned an equal shade of red. “Yes. Of course.”

—*—

Prom day

When Kurt woke up the next morning, he still felt butterflies in his stomach. Last night had been incredible. He could hardly believe it. Not only was Blaine Anderson his real, actual boyfriend, but they’d had sex . Kurt covered his face with his hands and kicked his feet as he laid on his bed, the same bed he and Blaine had had sex on mere hours ago. He grabbed his phone to text Blaine only to find Blaine had already texted him. “ Last night was perfect. I love you.” Kurt’s smile broadened, and he texted back, “ It really was. Love you, too. Can’t wait for tonight, Boyfriend. ;)”. Kurt had no idea how he was going to act normally today. Or ever again. Still, he got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast. His father was already sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning, Dad!” Kurt said in what he hoped was a normal, inconspicuous voice, but he couldn’t keep the smile from his face. He poured himself some coffee and sat down across from his dad.

“Morning, kid. Had fun last night?”

Kurt nearly choked on his coffee. “Wh-what?” How could his dad possibly know about last night?

“The dinner party?” Burt raised an eyebrow at his son. “Did you have a good time?”

“Oh…” Kurt cleared his throat. “…That. What else could you be talking about?” He let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. It was really fun. Rachel’s parents are great cooks.” He tried to recover with an innocent smile. Great job, Hummel. Nice way to throw yourself under the bus.

Burt gave him a suspicious look. “Anything I should know about?”

Kurt shrugged. “No,” he said as innocently as possible, though he failed to keep eye contact with his father.

“Kurt, are you and Blaine being safe?”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up in horror. “Oh, my god, Dad! ” Kurt exclaimed.

“I just want you to be careful. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”

“ This can’t be happening,” Kurt said to himself, letting his head fall back. “If you must know, Blaine and I are completely fine.” Better than ever, actually.

“Alright. That’s all I’m asking.” Burt raised his hands apologetically. “But next time, don’t take advantage of an empty house. Just ask me, alright? I trust you Kurt, but rules are rules.”

Kurt wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground. “Yes, Dad.”

“Good.” Burt nodded firmly. “So, are you excited for Prom tonight?” he asked, moving on from the awkward topic.

Kurt nodded. “Yes. I am.” He smiled at his dad. “Blaine and I are gonna wear matching shirts, and I only have to add some final touches to my lapels. But that’ll only take me about an hour or so.”

“Sounds great, son,” Burt said.

They continued to chat about Kurt’s plans for his outfit while they ate their breakfast. Burt might not really understand what Kurt was talking about, but he smiled along just the same. He was proud of his son and happy he had a passion. He knew Kurt would go on to do great things, especially with Blaine by his side.

—*—

That night, Kurt was standing in front of his mirror. Using a lint roller, he tried to get the last bits of dust off of his jacket. He turned around and looked himself over. He looked great. His suit was tailored to perfection, hugging him in all the right places. He was really happy with all the little added details. The embroidered corners on his lapels matched the embroidered stripes along the outside of the legs of his pants and his bowtie, the beautiful golden vintage buttons he found at a flea market once and had saved for a special occasion, and of course, the pleated shirt that would match perfectly with Blaine’s. Blaine would pick him up at 7:50. It was 7:42. Kurt let out a shaky breath. Why was he suddenly so nervous?

There was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” Kurt called.

“Hey, little bro, you almost ready?” Finn walked into his room, wearing a simple black suit that, Kurt had to admit, looked good on him. Of course, he had helped Finn take it in at the back to fit him better, but still. Honestly, what would the men in his life do without him? “Oh, wow. You look awesome!” Finn said enthusiastically.

Kurt’s heart swelled. He did look awesome. He’d worked hard on his outfit, and he was proud of it. “Thank you, Finn.” He smiled at his brother. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” Kurt said, earning him one of Finn’s signature crooked smiles. “What’s up?”

“Blaine’s here,” Finn told him. “I was just about to head out to go get Rachel, and he was standing right outside our door. He’s downstairs.”

“He’s early!” Kurt said. “He’s usually so on time.”

“Yeah. He apologised for that as well. Honestly, I think if I hadn’t opened the door, he would just have been waiting there until he was right on time,” Finn chuckled.

Kurt smiled at that. Yeah. That did sound like Blaine. “I’ll come down with you. I’m done here.” He grabbed a little box from his desk and followed Finn downstairs.

Blaine stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking like a damn prince. Kurt hadn’t seen him fully styled in his finished outfit yet, and oh, my god, Kurt almost fell down the stairs as Blaine just completely swept him off his feet.

“Easy there, beautiful.” Blaine steadied his boyfriend and helped him down the last few steps.

Kurt hardly noticed Finn when he headed out with a, “ Well, I’m going to get Rachel. See you guys at Prom. ”

“You look…” Kurt started but didn’t have the words to finish. Blaine’s suit fit him perfectly. The silk black jacket was made for him. Literally . But what Kurt noticed most was Blaine's hair. Instead of the thick layer of gel, his hair was styled beautifully. It still kind of resembled Blaine’s usual style, but it looked softer and more voluminous, and you could still actually see that his hair was curly. “Your hair,” Kurt said and reached out to touch it gently, careful not to ruin the shape.

“You like it? Jeff’s sister did it for me. The same one who helped me get my curls to cooperate at Rachel's party that time.”

“Like it? Blaine, it looks perfect. You look perfect.”

Blaine gave Kurt a bashful smile. “Well, I feel like I had to step up my game, knowing I was going to Prom with the most beautiful and fashionable person in school,” he flirted. “Still not completely on your level, though. You look incredible, Kurt.” Blaine let his fingers trail over the patterns on Kurt’s lapels before letting his hand rest on his shoulder and started playing with his collar.

Kurt blushed at the compliment and stepped closer to Blaine. “It’s still missing something, though,” he said softly and presented the little box to Blaine.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and took the box from Kurt. He opened it, and inside were two small, white floral pieces with golden ribbons.

“I made us matching corsages,” Kurt said and took one of them from the box and pinned it to Blaine's jacket.

Blaine was taken aback by the sweet gesture. Kurt had already done so much for him for this Prom. “ Kurt, ” he breathed,“they are beautiful. Thank you so much.” He pulled Kurt into a hug and held him close.

That hug was exactly what Kurt needed to calm the last remaining nerves he had. Tonight was going to be great. He was going to dance with Blaine all night. And heck, they might even win Prom Kings. When they pulled apart, Kurt pinned the second corsage to his own jacket. “Ready to go?”

Blaine nodded, and they went out together.

—*—

When they walked in around 8:15, the Prom was already in full swing. The gym was decorated with balloons, banners, garlands, and streamers; colourful lights danced around the room, loud pop music was playing over the speakers, and people were dancing happily. That year, the Glee Club had agreed to perform only a few live numbers, alternated by a DJ who would fill the rest of the evening with music.

Kurt took Blaine by his hand and pulled him along in search of their friends on the dance floor. They quickly spotted Mercedes, Sam, Tina, and Mike. Mike was performing some sort of complex choreography to “Glad You Came.” The others tried to follow but had trouble keeping up, so they were mostly just laughing and jumping along.

“Hey, guys!” Kurt called over the music.

“Kurt! Blaine!” The other’s greeted them with happy waves and hugs.

“Oh, Mercedes! Tina! You both look beautiful!” Kurt said, and the girls twirled to show off their dresses.

The six of them danced and laughed to a few songs until they were interrupted by a girl’s voice. “Well, well, well. If it isn't lady Hummel and his hobbit bride.”

“Nice to see you, too, Santana,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes, but there wasn't any real heat in the gesture.

Santana looked at them, scanning both boys from head to toe. They were standing close together with their shoulders touching and their hands brushing together. “Oh, my god , I don’t believe it,” she said. A devious smile broke out on her face. “So, Blaine finally popped your cherry, didn’t he, Hummel!” Santana taunted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Blaine froze and instantly turned scarlet. Kurt just gaped at her.

“I fucking knew it!” she said triumphantly. “Way to go, Twinkle Toes!”

Kurt gave her an exasperated look. “How do you know that!?” he exclaimed in disbelief before turning to Blaine. “How could she possibly know that!?”

Santana pointed to her forehead as if to say “ Mexican third eye ” and laughed. “No, but for real, guys, I’m happy for you. It was about time.” She winked at them. “Well, I gotta run. My duet with Brittany is about to start. See you later!”

“She is unbelievable,” Kurt muttered as Santana ran off towards the stage.

Still looking completely shocked, Blaine turned to Kurt. “I will never be able to look her in the eye again.”

When the song ended, they all turned their heads to the stage as Brittany and Santana walked on.

“Hey, everyone!” Brittany shouted to the crowd. “Are you ready to dance?”

The crowd cheered in response.

“The voting for Prom King and Queen isn’t closed yet! So remember to vote ‘Brittana’ as your Prom Queens!” Santana cheered.

“And ‘Klaine’ as your Kings!” Brittany finished.

Santana signalled to the band. The drummer counted down, and Santana started singing the opening notes to “Where Have You Been” By Rihanna. The song suited her voice perfectly, and the whole gym erupted in cheers. Everyone started dancing and singing along to the girls’ happy and flirty duet.

Kurt, Blaine, and the others were dancing and jumping and just having an amazing time. This is what Prom should be like, Kurt thought. No drama, no stress, just having fun. But then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Karofsky entering the gym, followed by—Kurt’s heart stopped for a moment— Sebastian Smythe dressed in a maroon suit. What the hell was he doing there?

“ Blaine! ” Kurt whispered to his boyfriend. “ Look! ”

Blaine turned to follow Kurt’s eyes, and when he saw, he shot a worried look back at Kurt. “Sebastian?” He grabbed Kurt’s hand, needing the support of his boyfriend. The sight of Sebastian made Blaine feel instantly on edge. “Why would he want to come to our Prom? How did he even get in?”

“I don’t know, but I don't trust him. Not one bit.” Kurt’s eyes were shooting daggers at the Warbler.

“I don’t want him to ruin things, Kurt. I don't want to have to worry about him. Not tonight,” Blaine said, his voice sounding sad and worried.

“He’s got nothing on us, Blaine. Whatever he’s planning, it won't succeed, okay?” Kurt glanced around quickly but realised he didn’t care if people saw, so he leaned forward and gave Blaine a quick, reassuring kiss.

—*—

“Alright. I got you in. I’m gonna go find my date now,” Dave said to Sebastian, looking around nervously. He didn’t want to be associated with Sebastian or whatever he was planning for tonight.

“You’re leaving me already? Sebastian said and cocked an eyebrow.

“That was the deal, remember? What you do with your time is your business. I don't want anything to do with it.”

“Oh, please. Just last week, you were still all for capturing Hummel in those sausage fingers of yours. Don’t act all innocent on me now.”

“You aren’t a very nice guy, Sebastian. No wonder Blaine doesn’t want anything to do with you,” Dave said as he turned around and walked off.

“Fine. Enjoy your sad little party while you leave me with the dirty work,” Sebastian spat after him. He looked around until he spotted one of the band members. Time to set this plan in motion.

—*—

After Brittany and Santana were done with their duet, the DJ had picked up again, playing a mixture of pop songs and oldies until it was time for Kurt and Blaine to make their way to the stage.

“You ready?” Kurt asked.

Blaine shrugged. “I guess so. A little nervous about his whole Sebastian situation, though.”

Kurt sighed. “Try not to think about him. Don’t let him ruin your night before he’s even done anything at all. Heck, for all we know, he’s here to apologise.”

Blaine laughed. “ Hah! Good one. Sebastian and apologising. I can’t name a less likely duo.” He rolled his eyes but still gave Kurt a smile. “But you’re right. I was really looking forward to singing with you tonight. I’m not gonna let that rat ruin that for me.”

“That's more like it!!” Kurt gave Blaine a kiss on his cheek, and they walked on stage.

Kurt looked at the sea of students and spotted his friends. They were all smiling up at them. He also spotted Karofsky standing next to Landon. So that’s who Landon has been smashing boards with. He chuckled to himself. The one person he didn’t see, however, was Sebastian, which worried him. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as Blaine took one of the microphones in his hand. “Vote Klaine for your Prom Kings!” he shouted into the gym as the band started playing the intro of “ The Promise ” by When In Rome. The crowd applauded, their friends cheering the loudest.

Blaine started off by singing his verse. He walked towards Kurt in a ceremonious manner, swaying to the song, serenading him.

If you need a friend Don't look to a stranger You know in the end I'll always be there

They quickly spun around each other, as they had practised in their choreography, and then Kurt took over, pointing dramatically at Blaine as he started singing the next verse.

And when you're in doubt And when you're in danger Take a look all around And I'll be there

As the chorus started, they went on to harmonise with Blaine singing lead and Kurt the echos.

I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say (I promise you) I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be (I promise you) But if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me (I promise you) I promise, I promise you, I will

They were smiling at each other and sharing loving looks as they felt the truth behind the lyrics. Their performance was going great. Their voices sounded like honey and their movements timed perfectly to the music. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on their foreheads from the warm stage lights. Any thoughts of Sebastian had fallen to the background. Until —

“STOP THE MUSIC!” A loud voice tore Kurt and Blaine from their bubble. What in the world? The band faltered as Sebastian burst onto the stage. He grabbed the microphone from Kurt’s hand and shot him a false grin.

“These people—” Sebastian pointed at Kurt and Blaine, who stared at him with stunned faces. “—have been selling you a lie! ” he shouted.

The audience was dead quiet, waiting anxiously to hear what this stranger had to say.

“They are not really dating! They are faking it!” He had an insane expression on his face.

“Oh, please. What a bunch of bullcrap,” Santana shouted from the crowd below. “They literally had sex just last night.” Laughter broke out amongst the rest of the students.

Sebastian, slightly taken aback, continued his speech. “I know what you might be thinking. They look all perfect and in love, but I’m telling you, it’s all an act!” The crowd started exchanging excited whispers amongst each other. They looked from Kurt and Blaine to Sebastian and back.

“Dude, what are you talking about? They are literally in love,” Sam now piped up.

Sebastian looked around. The people in the crowd stared back at him, all with disbelieving looks on their faces. “I-I have been tracking their phones and following them from the beginning!”

“You what ?” a female voice bellowed from the side of the stage, and Sebastian’s head shot in her direction. Sue Sylvester was looking at him with a face that could murder.

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