#sebastian is blaine’s dark side

[sandy1907]

i feel like i’m interrupting something…

[mthguy]

GLEE - Dark Side (Full Performance) (Official Music Video)

In Season 4, Episode 7 of Glee, Blaine Anderson (Darren Criss) and the Warblers covered Kelly Clarkson’s song “Dark Side.” 

The New Directions Nationals trophy is stolen by Hunter Clarington (Nolan Gerard Funk), the new captain of the Dalton Academy Warblers. Blaine goes to Dalton to retrieve it. There, Hunter and Sebastian Smythe (Grant Gustin) attempt to convince Blaine to return to the Warblers. After singing "Dark Side" with them, Blaine becomes conflicted about his future.

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GLEE S04E07 Dynamic Duets

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Glee Song Tournament Round 1

[lover-praxis]

sebastian smythe deserved a fucking award for seeing blaine in a dalton blazer live before his eyes for the first time during dark side and not falling to his knees immediately

[rainy-days-and-blainey-days]

Dark side was such a strange choice to try and convince Blaine to come back to dalton. Like you know that was Sebastian’s choice and he was hoping the song would end with Blaine kissing him passionately.

[boldmistakes]

The enduring strength of Sebastian and Blaine's appeal resting in how it goes from 'Uptown Girl' (wanting what you can't have) and 'A Boy Like That' (wanting what you shouldn't) and progresses into 'I Want You Back' (wanting more than you've been getting) and then into 'My Dark Side' (wanting understanding, connection, forgiveness) and finally into 'Help!' (wanting approval and support, and wanting to give it, even if it means wanting is all you will ever have left.)

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any high school fics where they get together really early on or are already together please? preferably they are or are similar to their canon selves. thank you!!!! :))

Here are some random fics that I've chosen from our high!school Klaine tab, and hope they suit. ~Jen

Redefining Views by inkinmyheartandonthepage [EPUB] [PDF]

Burt and Carol are getting closer and Finn has yet to meet Burt’s son, Kurt. Kurt isn’t like Finn, he’s the type of boy that Finn bullies. Finn and New Directions are about to meet the epic-ness of KLAINE!

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The Architects of Life by misqueue

Follows the development of Kurt and Blaine’s relationship in the canon timeline from 3x05 “The First Time”.

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Shiftings  by @chazzam  

The shift in their relationship didn’t come out of left field at all. Beneath the surface, things had been changing all along.  This fic describes what changed in Kurt ant Blaine’s relationship to make him realize that his feelings for Kurt were more than just friendship. 

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Family Week by DreamingisBelieving

Mr. Schue gives the assignment for the week: Family. That sends Blaine into a frenzy, because he never got along with his family, but with Kurt by his side, he’ll be fine, right?

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Are you spying? by @nineofhearts4

Rachel graduates after the New Directions wins Nationals, leaving Kurt as the new captain of the Glee Club. He is left to pull a new team together, including finding a 12th member after auditions fall flat. He resorts to posting on a show choir forum to recruit new members, where he meets another poster by the name of BWarbler, who happens to be very fed up with his own glee Club, which is now run by Sebastian Smythe. They strike up a friendship online, never realizing that they are show choir rivals who will meet and compete against one another at Regionals. ....until they do

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The Sex Investigation Squad by thetimesinbetween

Blaine has befriended the rest of the New Directions guys. In return, they become obsessed with his and Kurt’s sex life. (They’re pretty sure it doesn’t exist and have agreed that, if it does, it probably involves lots of candles and flower petals. But they need to make sure.) Meanwhile, Kurt and Blaine are in an established, happy, sexual Dom/sub relationship, and they’re getting increasingly desperate because people keep interrupting their time alone. Things…well, things escalate.

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Nine in the Afternoon by lexinwonderland [PDF] [EPUB]

After Kurt chokes at Regionals, causing them to lose. Blaine does everything he can to reassure him that he still loves him and cares about him. And if that means he has to sing his favorite Panic! At The Disco song, well that’s a plus for him.

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99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphan18

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Glass Houses by JennMel

In an alternate universe, all babies are born with a level of empathic sensitivity to others; an ability to sense emotions, to glimpse deep into a person’s soul with just a kiss. Except Kurt Hummel. Registering at a mere 0.5 on the Hawkins Scale of Empathic Sensitivity, Kurt has resigned himself to a lonely life, empty of touch or true love. That is, until the mysterious Blaine Anderson transfers to McKinley, and everything Kurt thought he knew was changed. But finding love is never easy, even in a world where everyone’s emotions are shared. This is the story of the boy who could not feel, and the boy who felt too much.

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Delinquent By balletismyobsession

Kurt is starting to lose hope that life at McKinley can be anything more than daily trauma, but that changes when a dark-haired mystery boy transfers and sends rumors swirling. But Kurt is determined not to write Blaine off. As they grow closer, spill painful pasts, and begin to trust one another and heal, they find more than they ever thought they could: someone to call home.

[daisyishedwig]

look, look at you

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Everybody loves you, baby You should trademark your face Linin' down the block to be around you But, baby, I'm first in place

Give me a call if you ever get lonely I'll be like one of your girls or your homies Say what you want, and I'll keep it a secret You get the key to my heart, and I need it Give me a call if you ever get desperate I'll be like one of your girls

One of Your Girls - Troye Sivan

“Do you think you’ll get sick of this?” Blaine asked, staring up at the ceiling fan making lazy circles, causing the gentlest of breezes to wash over Blaine and Sebastian’s overheated bodies.

“Sex?” Sebastian asked from his place beside Blaine, sprawled on his back and still catching his breath. 

“No. Me.” 

Sebastian hooked a leg over Blaine’s. Nothing too demanding or invasive, just the simplicity of his thigh over Blaine’s, Sebastian’s ankle hooked around his calf. A small show of affection that said, I’m here, I’m listening. Because Sebastian knew that tone. Blaine’s “I’m feeling insecure” tone. His “please assure me I’m not a terrible person” tone.

“The–the sneaking around. Averting our gazes when we pass each other in the hall. Wouldn’t you rather someone who doesn’t have to hide you away?” Blaine kept his gaze firmly upwards even as Sebastian tipped his head to the side to watch him.

“I prefer no strings attached,” Sebastian shrugged.

“This doesn’t feel like no strings,” Blaine admitted. “This feels like a lot of strings, typing me up and…”

“Holding the closet shut?” Sebastian teased.

Blaine huffed and shot him a glare.

Sebastian didn’t bring up Blaine’s sexuality often. He’d fucked a number of straight boys over the years, didn’t mind being an experiment, a taste of the dark side, a heated romp with someone they knew they shouldn’t want.

But they never came back.

But Blaine couldn’t seem to stay away from him. Like there was a string tying them together, connecting their hearts, their souls. Sebastian didn’t like it when Blaine brought it up. He didn’t like the way his eyes got all soft, the way he looked at Sebastian like he wanted more but was absolutely petrified of what that meant for him.

The golden boy. Senior class president, captain of the Warblers, front runner for Valedictorian. Perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect voice, and perfectly straight. Until Sebastian crossed his path and ruined everything.

Blaine turned on his side, his legs locking together with Sebastian’s trapped in between. He didn’t meet Sebastian’s gaze, squeezed his eyes shut, cupped the side of Sebastian’s face and pressed their foreheads together, like he could project his thoughts directly through their skulls, minds melding together into one. Sebastian ran his hand up Blaine’s arm and held the hand on his face, pressing back into Blaine just as forcefully.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m using you,” Blaine confessed softly.

Sebastian let his own eyes slip shut. “I don’t mind,” Sebastian whispered back, shifting his face so he could gently nuzzle their noses together.

“You should,” Blaine said, his voice raw.

“Who says?”

Blaine shook his head, his lips pressing into a hard line. “I do.”

Sebastian twisted his face out of Blaine’s grip so he could pull back just enough for his eyes to focus on Blaine's face. He cupped his cheek and thumbed his bottom lip, waiting until Blaine opened his eyes and looked at him.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked. “Do you feel used?”

Blaine’s chin wobbled, his eyes bright. “I don’t think I’m allowed to.” 

Sebastian inclined his head, pressing it into the pillow beneath. “And who says that?”

Blaine sniffed and blinked away tears, wrinkling his nose as he fought the onslaught of emotion off. He took a shuddering breath and then pulled Sebastian in for a desperate kiss. 

He never answered the question.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Requesting Rules / Information

🔹updated 6/1/24 ~ requests open (but i’m going through it so i’ve been slowly lately)

🔹initial notes: 

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🔹what i’ll write for dark(er) fics:

consensual non-consent / cnc

non-con

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incest

abuse

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👗 Jeremy if he’s with Blaine when the warblers rope Blaine into Dark Side?

He is! He wears this minus the hat, with black converse (Hunter wants to badly to recruit him too, Jeremy thinks that maybe Sebastian shouldn’t have taken advantage of his feelings and then blinded his cousin-in-law/best friend)

[angelhummel]

What I meant with 'we only have Canon married Klaine' on our side is yes, we do have full canon Klaine on our side, even so, you know how Seblainers are blind or deaf or Idk cause they see things where they aren't, so anytime they say something like 'Blaine would've dated Sebastian if Grant wasn't busy' or 'Klaine is toxic' I don't argue with them but it makes me feel better just to think 'well, at least my ship is canon and yours will never be', now if that ever were to change, could you imagine how much more cocky Seblainers would get? So annoying, I guess it would just be hard for me to say canon is not my canon, I just hope that reunion never happens unless Chris is in it...

it also aches me to know that the page that posted that used to be Klainer and now is Seblainer, and even Kurt hater, how can someone change so drastically to the dark side 😔

Lol it would suck but you can't be responsible for everyone's bad taste </3

[seblaineaddict]

It is always so exciting to read something from a brand-new Seblaine writer, and this first ever fic of any kind, from @im-shytt is just wonderful!

Many, many, many Seblainers, bemoan the fact that RIB (oh wait.. did I just misspell Fox? 🙄🙄) missed out on the golden opportunity that would have been a Bas and Blaine duet of Dark Side, and are still bitter about it - yes, even all these years later.. But in this fic, @im-shytt has a very different take on Dark Side, that just really works! I loved it!

Can't wait to read more from you, @im-shytt and welcome to our very tiny, (but fierce), fandom! Seblainers are truly lovely people, and very supportive of each other.

Enjoy, Seblainers! 😊💜

[pixiealtaira]

Here to Stay is the New Bird

Pairing: Kurt/ Sebastian

Rating: R for swearing and threats to Finn

Notes: This is for @kurtbastianarchive’s ‘First Time’ anniversary event.  Day 2:seasonal

 Sebastian Smythe had several hobbies that just didn't fit in with the image Dalton needed one to have when one was trying to fit in and make little to no waves nor stick out too much.  And he was already doing poorly on that request of his folks...but he wanted to be able to LIVE and not simple exist for the next two years while he was stuck in the USA.   He was highly irate about that, mind you, since if he'd been allowed to stay in France he'd have been taking his major tests and been done by the end of the year. 

Sebastian shook off his ire, physically, once again and continued walking through the parking lot to the hut at the front of the paths leading through out the bird sanctuary and state park just outside of Lima.  He was going to enjoy his preferred hobbies even if he had to do it alone, regardless of his parent's pleas to fit in better.

The girl at the information and donations section of the booth looked bored out of her mind.

“The path on the far right is for hikers and dog walkers and anyone silly enough to go jogging in the snow.  The other paths are snow shoe only until March.  We would like everyone to  be out of the area by sundown except for on our night outings, and those are 10 to 20 bucks, depending on the evening and what is involved and included.  Sleigh rides are in the open fields from the  sanctuary to Holdings Farms and back...with a 30 to 40 minute stop at the farms for treats or a tour.  Those leave every hour on the hour and the cost is 20 bucks per person.  The funds for the sleigh rides are split between Holdings Farms and the sanctuary all other funds stay with the sanctuary to go towards conservation programs and upkeep.  There is a paper with the different events right in front of you. Have a good day.”

“No fee for just using the paths for the day?”

“Nope.  If you need to rent snow shoes there is a tent behind the booth.”

Sebastian smiled as he left the opening labeled info and walked to the other side of the booth, which was filled with two other young women who were serving hot drinks and food.  There were benches and logs set so people could sit to put on show shoes and...ice skates?  Sebastian looked over to the large field past the logs and saw a large rustic ice rink and past that set of benches and several stools.

“Finn Hudson, if you are not going to actually join me out here, go the fuck home!”

Sebastian turned to the voice yelling.

Kurt Hummel was yelling...a Kurt Hummel Sebastian hadn't ever dreamed of seeing.  The other boy had on normal jeans. In fact Sebastian was pretty certain they were LL Bean Flannel Lined, like his own...relaxed fit, if Sebastian wasn't mistaken. Kurt had on Sorels and a down filled winter coat in dark green, and a normal stocking cap and normal plaid scarf and completely normal mittens!  He looked like a boy. A screaming furious boy but a boy none the less.

“But Kurt...Blaine said not to let you go do anything.”

“If Blaine wants a say in anything I do then Blaine should not have canceled our date for the sixteenth time this MONTH!  He hasn't taken me out or done anything with JUST ME since I gave in and slept with him!  So Blaine can just go screw himself and probably whoever he ditched me for...again.  I am going snow shoeing, screw you all.”

“I'm telling your dad.”

“Go ahead.  I am exactly where I am supposed to be, I was just supposed to be here with Blaine, who didn't even have the manners to call and cancel our date...instead just waited until I called him when he was 2 hours late to see what was up.  I have missed the last four weeks, Finn.  I have been trying to get here to go hiking for FOUR WEEKS. I am going today.  Now, you can join me or go home.  But if the word Blaine comes out of your mouth while you are near me for the rest of the weekend...I will ruin you.”

“But Blaine said...”

“Finn, I will show your mother your porn collection and all the sites you visit on line.  And then I will show Rachel, Quinn and Santana.  And I'll let Brittany see them.  And she has no filter.  Your quirky enjoyment of people fucking food and fucking while covered with food and fucking through things like pizzas will make it around the whole STATE!”

Finn turned so pale Sebastian could see if difference from where he was standing and reversed out of the parking lot so fast he left tire marks.

Kurt stomped over to his huge black SUV and pulled out a pair of wooden snowshoes and a backpack and poles.

He turned and slammed his vehicle's door shut.

Sebastian was slightly startled at the glare still on Kurt's face and even more surprised when it softened just a tiny bit at seeing him.

“Well, at least Blaine isn't off fucking you. Although, I can't decide if I am now more upset and worried or less. I thought it was you because all I've heard since scandals is 'Sebastian this and Sebastian that and Sebastian says....'.  But now I'm wondering if he is just using you as his shield since I had such a visceral reaction to you and gave him an easy avatar to place in front of whatever he is actually doing that I could happily hate on and worry about.”

“Why did you react so strongly?”

“Do you recall your conversation?”

Sebastian shook his head. “Not really.  I was hitting on him and he was dodging it without really saying no.”

“Exactly.  He had finally mentioned a boyfriend and you said it didn't matter at all to you if it didn't bother him.”

“Finally?” Sebastian asked.

“I had been at the Lima Bean since before you two got there helping one of the AV kids with a mechanical issue on a cart thing they were trying to build.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.  I also knew he had met you at Dalton, more than once and you were texting and talking to each other.  Blaine might have ignored that I made friends there, but I didn't loose them all when I left, no matter how much Blaine tried to make sure I did.  Inside info and all that jazz.”

“Look.  I'm sorry about that.  I mean, most of what I said doesn't work today anyway.  I guess...from what I saw that day and heard from the Warblers, I would have never guessed you'd be out here or anywhere that didn't involve makeup, girly clothing, and creature comforts.”

“I am the son of a mechanic from Ohio.  I've worked on cars pretty much since I could hold a tool, before I could walk...and I hunt and fish and camp and whatnot. Now, I do fish and hunt only because my dad asks it...I am not found of killing animals and I don't  like most river and lake fish. Halibut is lovely, most trout taste like mud.  But...I like outdoor activities.  Besides...scarfs and other knit items and sweaters.”

Sebastian laughed and Kurt smiled.

“Are you trying to tell me I wasn't as off in my call as I thought?”

Kurt shrugged.    “What are YOU doing here?  This doesn't seem YOUR type of thing.  No Caviar or Champagne or servants waiting on you hand and foot.”

“I picked up snow shoeing in France a few years ago.  I like it and cross country skiing better than downhill. I saw the flier for the paths here at the sanctuary at the Lima Bean and thought this could be where I practice my 'not really posh enough for most Dalton kids' hobby.”

Kurt laughed.  “And see. I figured snowshoeing would be right up their alleys. It is 'too fancy' for McKinley kids.  Except Sam...he wants to learn.”

“He here?”

“Nah, had a family thing he needed to attend with his folks.  Apparently not everyone in his extended family know he moved back here and they are trying to keep it that way.  I don't ask.”

“So, you've been here before?”

“Yes.  I spent about every other weekend out here last year and the year before.”

“Mind company?”

“Can you be as not atrocious as you are currently?”

“I'll do my best.  Can I tease you if you say something way gay or girly?”

“As long as it is not about my being or person.  I cannot help my voice or face.   And I no longer look like a 12 yr old milkmaid, but that is still feeling like a recent development, so yeah...a bit sensitive on some things.”

“Fair enough.  I did live in France and I am not back by choice for the most part so honestly, if I say anything about Europe or such today at least, it's because I miss it- not to be pretentious.”

“I think we can handle a truce for a while then.” Kurt said.  “Do you have a preference to which path we take?”

“I haven't been out in nearly a year.” Sebastian said.

“We'll take the far left path. It is just over a ¼ a mile, ending at an overlook over a shallow lake which birds flock to. Very flat and mild.  So, a half mile to the end and back, a good start for getting back into things.  If we still want some time out we can do the one next to it as well.”

Sebastian smiled and nodded.

Kurt was a surprisingly pleasant companion for snow shoeing.  They had about the same taste in how quickly to move.  Kurt was packing a camera and sketchbook, but he only asked to stop long enough for a few quick sketches three times and her took photos pretty much while on the move.

Their conversations quickly turned to Dalton classes -Sebastian was taking several that Kurt had taken the year before- and teachers each liked and didn't like and other students.  Sebastian had gotten the impression from Blaine and a lot of the more vocal Warblers that Kurt had kept to himself totally other than Blaine and Kurt's questions and comments and answers spoke volumes towards a different tale of his time at Dalton.   Kurt asked about students Sebastian knew had nothing to do with the Warblers, like Leo from the French club and Phillip from the Debate Team.

As they came to the overlook and end of the path, Sebastian was drawn to the views and sights.

“It's lovely, isn't it.  Every season here is lovely.” Kurt said, taking off his snowshoes and climbing the steps to the overlook.   “This path ends here, but the third path down leads to the boardwalk area you can see across the way. The next path loops in between the two paths, traveling along a stream for a while---with a set of wooden footbridges and several picnic areas.  Then the middle path and the ones to the right of it go off towards the marsh area on the far side of the forest area and then off towards Holdings Farms and the larger deeper lake.  Most are a mile and a half or longer.  The path that loops is ¾ a mile, and the far end of the boardwalk is a full mile and a ¼ away.  All are pretty flat, at most rolling type terrain, but not terribly open...although I've never had a problem with snowshoes made for flat open terrain, because they are all well maintained paths.”

Sebastian joined him at the top, leaning on the railing and looking out over the shallow lake. “Is the ice skating rink well maintained?”

Kurt turned to Sebastian and beamed at him.

“It is decent.  Weekends are better for ice-skating.  And Wednesday afternoons, because the Lima's Pee Wee Skate Club has meetings Wednesday starting at 1pm and going until 4:30 and the group that maintains the rink always lays down good ice for them.”

“Would I have company if I asked?” Sebastian asked softly. “I have enjoyed hiking with you.”

Kurt smiled. “You might have to endure Sam sometimes as well.”

Sebastian shrugged.  “I wouldn't mind.  I could use more down to earth acquaintances.”

“Acquaintances?”

“Well, I think I need to hang out a bit more and get to know people a bit more before leaping willy nilly into friendship stage for anyone.  It seems to bite me in the ass when I don't.  Not to mention I have a  bad habit of jumping to conclusions about people too often by not getting more of the bigger picture.”

Kurt smiled. “I can work with acquaintances for a while.  Mind working towards friends?”

Sebastian smiled. “I don't. You are surprising down to earth.  I expected more...high maintenance and flamboyancy in everything.”

Kurt laughed.  “I can be high maintenance. And I am a bit flamboyant.  I do like unusual clothing. I like vests and things around me neck, like ascots and ties and scarves. I like jewelry.  I do sing girl songs...but I sing everything, when I can.  I don't want you to start off looking for something you won't get.”

“And I do like to play the field. And I am spoiled rich kid without much connection to the real world.”

Kurt smiled.  “Oddly enough, I am generally fine with both those things.   Heck, unless you are being truly horribly nasty and mean, I'm even OK with snark for the most part.”

Sebastian laughed. “I would hope so, you are probably as snarky as I am.”

“To some.  I have to rein it in most of the time though.  Finn doesn't understand it and whines to his mom and my dad about me being mean and Blaine gets irate if I snark too much and Santana starts to get her feathers ruffled and acts out violently. I get tossed into lockers more when she gets testy.”

“Tossed into lockers?  Like stuffed into them or...”

“Thrown against them, now at least. I used to be picked up and stuffed in them but I finally grew too big by the middle of 8th grade.  Although when I say tossed into the dumpsters, I do mean put into them.  That hasn't happened much for the last twp years...I grew 6 inches over the end part over 10th grade and the summer between 10th and 11th.  It was too hard for them to get me into the dumpsters to make it worth while.”

“And you didn't stay at Dalton?” Sebastian asked horrified.

“Despite the general story of my leaving Dalton, the reason was because the 6 months emergency financial aid was going to be over before school was finished and I could not afford to stay without it.  Going as long as I did caused several financial issues as it was.  So I left when I did so I could start McKinley again when the 4th quarter started. I finished all my classes at Dalton remotely, so I got credits from those as well.  It shouldn't have been such an issue...but my dad had been sick right before I had to go to Dalton, and then he married Carole..like the weekend before I ended up at Dalton, but she and Finn could NOT live in the house we had -not enough room for Finn to have without sharing with me- so we had to get a new house...and they went insane with that, and holidays, which the least said about those last year the better.   And just the growing pains of combining families and such...money was very tight for a bit...at least for me.”

“And that isn't the commonly known reason you left Dalton?”

Kurt snorted. “Blaine convinced the Warblers I left so I could go to nationals with New Directions. He convinced several teachers that regardless of what the Headmaster said, I left because I was having too hard a time with the classes and was terrified I was going to fail. He convinced my old roommate I left because I hated Posh people and missed my friends.  And he half convinced the counselor I left because I was desperate to be around people who were my sort of people and the wealth displayed at Dalton made me feel ashamed of myself  and potentially suicidal due to the fact I could never hope to achieve it or live in that type of world. Luckily I met with him six more times after leaving Dalton and so could assure him I did not feel any of those things ever and I was OK being back at McKinley...not safe, but not as in danger as before.”

Sebastian snorted.  “No one but Jeff every said anything about why you left...or  why you were there...only that you 'stole' Blaine.  Jeff said he thought one of the reasons you left was you worried about your dad and missed him...and you missed your job. And then Thad told Jeff he was silly, you couldn't have had a job, you were in school.  Even I have held jobs while in school before, Thad is the one that is ridiculous.”

“What did you do?”

Sebastian smiled. “I worked in the mail room at my Uncle's Law firm last summer, and in France I worked at a place which did art and music classes for kids during the summers, half day...I was done by noon.”

“Did you enjoy it?  I volunteered at the Lima Summer Musical Theater Camp once I was too old to participate, until last summer and the summer before.  I also work at the garage.  I have been doing that since forever.”

“So what, you like fix cars?” Sebastian asked.

“I do. I'm trying to get my certification to do more body work and work on big vehicles now.”

“Ok, so that just overwrote all other images of you.”

Kurt laughed. “We should probably head back, but...would you like to meet up next weekend?”

“I would.  Could we skate as well?”

“I own figure skates.  They are black, but they are figure skates.”

“And?  That is what I have as well. Is that not the norm?”

“Nope, not with anyone I know.  Finn won't let me go with any of the glee club guys when they go skating because I have girly skates and not manly skates...i.e. hockey skates.

“What about Blaine?”

“Blaine told me he doesn't skate...or do anything like that.” Kurt held up his hand as Sebastian went to talk. “I know Blaine is lying, I'm hoping he will tell me why one of these times he refuses.”

Sebastian nodded.  He turned and headed back down to the path.  Kurt joined him.  They sat on the steps and put their snowshoes back on.

On the way back towards the parking lot they talked about musicals they enjoyed, movie and stage and what they would like to see.  They talked about what they liked to sing and a shared lack of faith and religion, who their favorite artists to listen to were and who their folks' favorites were.  The conversation went from music to museums and local oddity spots and other places that needed to be seen.

Sebastian was shocked at how much he felt the end of the path had come just too soon.

“Could we exchange numbers?” Kurt asked, paused right by the exit of the path to the open area that led to the parking lot.

Sebastian smiled. “Yes. Definitely. And you'll call or text?”

Kurt smiled back. “Yes.  I've had fun.  This could be a very good thing, I think.”

“It already is.” Sebastian said. “And you'll be free next week?”

“Definitely.  I'm actually already looking forward to it.”

“And...would you be willing to other things?  Like a museum?”

“Yes.  I'd love to have someone who'd enjoy a museum with me.”

“Great.”

“Think we can move past acquaintances soon?” Kurt asked.

“Maybe to close acquaintances.  That would be a firm step.  I am sure close acquaintances do things together.”

Kurt smiled. “I am sure you are right.  One question before I head off?”

“Yes?”

“Lima Bean?  How should we act?”

“Snarky?”

Kurt smiled.  “Yes.  Yes, I can do snarky.  See you later, Sebastian.  Thank you.”

Sebastian watched Kurt scamper to his SUV and climb in.

He was looking forward to the coming week.  It felt good to think about indulging hobbies that he hadn't had a chance to in a while.  He wondered if Kurt would be up for an art museum and if he could convince Kurt to take him to the car museum he'd been talking about.  And if getting Blaine and Kurt broken up would be too much rocking the boat for his parents to handle.  Although, maybe he wouldn't really have to do much in that department after all...a little spying and asking around about where Blaine kept running off to, a little bit of hogging Kurt's time when Blaine canceled...and a bit of sharing of information.  He could keep his close acquaintance and not rock the boat too much at the same live and have someone, maybe even more than one someone, to live life with for a while.  Sebastian wondered which kid Sam was, before starting his car and heading out.  He sort of hoped it was the blond one who smiled a lot. He seemed like he might be the sort of cheerful type person Jeff was and Sebastian rather liked Jeff.  Maybe he should try more of this whole acquaintance thing...friend thing.

Author’s note: the other days are coming....slowly.  

[gleekto]

Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (2/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One

Day Two: Structure

Earl Hall. The structure at the centre of campus religious life and the home of the Student Homophile League.

Blaine, for all his fear of actually setting foot in a meeting, has done his research on the history. The donor had specified that the building be used to help students, and who better to help than homosexuals? Gay people are discriminated against basically everywhere, so the need for an advocacy group and friendship was a critical need on university campuses.

Blaine has read the pamphlet in his sock drawer so many times, he has it memorized, and he somehow feels the group's goals are both too lofty and not enough - The Student Homophile League seeks to initiate discussion and dialogue about homosexuality, integrate homosexuals into mainstream society, and encourage homosexuals to accept themselves.

And Earl Hall is their place. Given with blessings as long as they don't organize social events.

Blaine had a hard time concentrating in class today, willing himself not to chicken out at the last minute, making the easy choice to go to the diner with Sam instead of "the choir meeting", he told Sam he was going to. Sam wasn't suspicious, not even interested really. Sam's not into that "pansy singing stuff" but is cool that Blaine likes it. Blaine had huffed a laugh at that, because little did he know.

"No seriously, bro. It's okay that you like to sing and all that. You play piano, you study music. You're like an intellectual."

An intellectual. A homosexual. Same thing, really.

Blaine takes a deep breath as he walks in.

"Welcome, hi. You must be new. Come on in. I'm Elliott." Blaine stares at the imposing man in dark blue jeans and a tight purple turtleneck. Only thing that might let you know he was different than any old straight guy is a little eyeliner around his eyes. But punks would do that too. Blaine can't take his eyes off of him. "Come, have a seat. I'm a senior by the way. Almost done my music degree." That snaps Blaine out of it enough to remember to talk back. Be polite.

"Oh hey, that's great. I sing in the Glee club here. I'm Blaine. I'm a freshman, but you could probably tell."

"We are always happy to have new faces around here," Elliott says sincerely. "We've worked hard to exist and we want to make sure that the torch keeps burning. Oh!" Elliott looks up and waves at another tall, skinnier but also not bad looking guy walking through the door. Is this a thing that the gay guys here are all good looking? Blaine gets it - He knows he works to keep up his physique. Makes sure to jog and lift weights at the gym whenever he gets a chance. He gels his hair like Cary Grant, and always makes sure his outfits are traditional masculine, only occasionally giving into his longing for just a little bit of fashion pop. The one friend back home he had told of his true reason for choosing Columbia, Jane, would say things like 'all the good ones are gay', but he always figured she was really just talking about him because neither of them knew any other gay people. But now he sees that she may be right. Pretty cool. "This is my boyfriend, Sebastian."

Blaine is still shaking his head over his good fortune at the beauty of men when he does a double take. Boyfriend. Wow. "Hey Tiger." Sebastian walks over to them and moves into Elliott's space. He looks like he wants to kiss him, Blaine thinks, but looks around the room and instead squeezes his arm. It's probably a good choice because Blaine isn't sure he would be able to hold it together. Boyfriends. "What fresh blood do we have here?"

Elliott rolls his eyes at Sebastian and knocks him in the side. Smiling. Intimate. So damn cute, Blaine thinks to himself. He's not jealous, not really. He's entranced. He knows that this is why he came to Columbia. To be himself, to find love and connection. He just can't really imagine it. There were no other homosexuals where he comes from. But here there are. "Don't scare our new recruits, Sebastian," Elliott says. "This is Blaine. He's a freshman."

"Well, welcome to the Homophile League, Blaine." Sebastian extends his hand and Blaine notices that he has a strong firm handshake. So does Blaine. You wouldn't even know they're gay. Except that they are.

The meeting ends up being about 15 people - ten men, and five women and Blaine feels a bit badly for outnumbering them. They each introduce themselves and Blaine realizes that he is likely the youngest - most are seniors or Masters students. Still they are welcoming and not that much older than him. The big news of the week is that they've received this year's approval to do tolerance rap sessions on dorm floors and Blaine volunteers right away.

"Thanks Blaine. So glad you're in," Elliott puts his arm around him at the end of the meeting. "It's mostly freshmen and sophomores in the dorms and seeing someone their own age is really going to make a difference. So much tolerance, we'll even be able to hold hands in public," Elliott says half in jest, all in earnest, taking Sebastian's hand. Blaine watches their fingers interlace before he snaps himself out of staring.

"Yeah and our Blaine here is a real cutie," Sebastian smirks although Blaine thinks it's meant to be at least a half compliment. "The kids are going to love him."

Blaine shakes his head, brushing off the comment but he knows he's still blushing. It's nice, being around gay guys. He'll have to work on that cutie thing, though. He doesn't want to be the little brother.

He wants to be hot.

[klaineficroulettechallenge-us]

Chapter 15By GleefulPoppet

“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. 

At least, he assumed it was Sue. Dave had warned him that there was a 12-foot tall, terrifying woman that always wore tracksuits who would smell his bullshit from a mile away. She was scary enough. Even more shocking was that the voice came out of a petite, red-haired woman standing next to her, who looked like she’d walked right out of a magazine ad from the 1950s with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.  

“Who the hell are you?”Sebestian spat out at her. He started to panic when he realized this plan might not have been so well thought out and that there were at least six adults at the side of the stage staring at him. 

“We might ask you the same question, young man!” Principal Figgins said, taking a step forward. “Sue, if you might be so kind, let’s take this ruffian to my office.” He shook his head and made a tsk tsk sound as he looked at Sebastian with pity. “Imagine doubting something like hashtag Klaine? You must have blinders on, young man. Ms. Pilsbury, if you might join us?” 

She nodded, and with more venom in her voice than anyone knew she was capable of, she asked, “How did you get in here?” She’d worked too hard with all of these students over the years to allow someone to come rushing in here and ruin their Senior Prom.

When Sebastian didn’t answer, Sue finally had enough and charged forward, ready to drag him out. 

His eyes went wide in surprise at seeing her headed towards him, and he jutted his chin toward Dave and Landon, who were down in the crowd, front and center. “Dave Karofsky.”

Sue gave a menacing glare and held up two fingers, pointing to her eyes and then at Dave and Landon and back again. “In the office. Now.” She flicked her head toward the right exit. “Everyone else, carry on with this disgusting display of love-sick, doe-eyed croaking!” She grabbed the mic from Sebastian and shoved it back into Kurt’s hand. As she passed by Kurt and Blaine with a firm hand on Sebastian's shoulder, ushering him from the stage, she whispered, “In the office when your duet and the next Glee Club performance are over. No excuses. Don’t make me come looking for you.” 

“Back to the festivities, children! On with the show, as they say. Yes. Yes,” Principal Figgins said as they exited the stage. 

Three teachers and three teens disappeared through the gymnasium doors. Everyone cheered, and the gossip started buzzing through the air faster than a swarm of bees. 

Kurt looked at Blaine and then down at their hands. “Oh, god! Are you okay? I didn't realize how hard I was squeezing your hand.” 

“Huh?” Blaine shook his head to clear the shock, looking down and seeing that their skin was pale and their fingertips dark purple from clinging to each other. “Looks like it was mutual. I’m fine. You okay, love?”

Before Kurt could answer, an intense drum rift got everyone’s attention, and the band played the intro to their duet song, just a bit faster-paced this time.  

“Sing it, boys!” Santana yelled. 

They grinned at each other, knowing that they had promised they wouldn’t let Sebastian ruin this for them. They winked and jumped back into the song. Whatever would happen to them later in the office could wait. Right then, it was their moment, and they were going to take it. They hammed up the dance even more and spun each other across the stage, causing everyone to laugh. They waggled their eyebrows and blew kisses as they worked the cheering crowd, and when they sang the final lines, they gazed into each other’s eyes. 

And if I had to walk the world, I'd make you fall for me.I promise you, I promise you I willI will, I will

With the last note, Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt. It was quick yet filled with all his devotion. Kurt playfully popped his foot up behind him, and when they pulled apart, he had the biggest grin. He turned his head toward the crowd and, with an exaggerated wink, fanned his face, tipping his head towards Blaine.  A chorus of laughter blew across the dance floor, and everything seemed back to normal. 

“Vote Klaine for Prom Kings! Voting ends after this next song from the Glee Club!” 

The Glee Club joined them on stage, and together, they put on a perfect performance of “Here’s to Us!,” utilizing everyone’s talents and voices, including brilliant choreography by Brittany and Mike.   The energy in the room became palpable as the DJ took over, playing a club mix of “We Could be Heroes” that got everyone jumping. 

The parent and teacher committee took the ballot boxes out one door, and no one noticed Blaine and Kurt slip away, hand in hand, out another to face whatever they were about to find waiting for them in the office.

—*—

“Aww... Boys. Nice. Thanks for joining us,” Principal Figgins said as he opened the glass door for them. “Your parents have been called and should be here shortly.” 

“What?” Kurt and Blaine said at the same time.

“Let’s just all sit tight and wait for them. Some of the accusations flying around between these two,” he pointed between Dave and Sebastian, “are quite serious. And we need your parents here.” 

“My parents are—” Blaine cut himself off and closed his eyes. His parents were going out on a date, and he wanted that for them. His dad had been working a lot, and it sometimes took a toll on his mom.  He opened his eyes when Kurt squeezed his hand to get his attention and tugged on him. 

There was only one seat left in the room at the end of the couch that Landon and Dave were sitting on, so Kurt sat down and then pulled Blaine down onto his lap, wrapped his hands around his waist, and offered a simple kiss in the middle of his back in silent reassurance. He smiled when he saw Dave and Landon discreetly finding comfort by rubbing a finger against each other's hands.

The following seven minutes were the longest torture of their lives as the tick tick tick of the clock seemed slower with each second that passed.  

The first person to arrive was Mr. Smythe, pointing to his son. “Sebastian, you are in more hot water than you can dare to imagine. Not the least of which is I was already on my way here, using your location because I came home early, and low and behold, you weren’t in your room, grounded and where you belong. You will not speak unless spoken to. Now, tell me. What the hell is going on here?” He looked to Principal Figgins. 

“We’d love to know that, too,” Burt said from the doorway and then walked in with Carole and Blaine’s parents right behind him. The office was suddenly stifling with eight adults and five petrified teenagers crammed into it. 

“Yes. Of course. Thank you for coming so quickly. I have contacted Dave’s father—who is out of town. He said Dave may speak for himself and requested that he be informed of these happenings in a call tomorrow morning. Landon seems innocent in whatever shenanigans are happening here and would like to stay with Dave since his parents cannot be here. Does anyone have any objections?”

“No,” several of the parents said in unison. 

“Well, let’s start from the beginning then. Dave, if you will.”

“Uhm... So, I was a jerk? I treated Kurt like crap for years. And man, I just—It took me a while to get my act together. And Kurt, he just kept being cool, you know? He was never cruel back. So, I took that to mean he…could maybe… You know, like me one day. No one had ever been kind to me or understood what I was going through except him. So, I fixated on it—on him. I’m so, so sorry. I was over the top about it all.  It wasn’t until... Not  until…” He looked over at Landon with a nervous smile. “Well, I guess I know what it feels like now to actually have that go two ways. I did some stupid stuff. I know I did. I’m truly sorry.” He looked at Kurt and hoped that he knew how sincere he was. 

“Tell us about the phone, please,” Principal Figgins prompted.

“Right. Uhh... So, Sebastian convinced me to clone Kurt’s SIM card from his locker.”

“You did what?” Burt said.

Dave shrugged. “I followed the exact directions and software Sebastian gave me, cloned it, met him after school, and handed it over. I didn’t do anything with it. I swear I didn’t.” 

Sebastian turned red and let out a small, threatening growl. 

“What the hell, Sebastian?” his dad roared.

“Seb has been using it to spy on them and prove they were fake dating or something because he wants to—Uhh... Well, you know…with Blaine. He…” Dave turned bright red. 

“That’s what got you into this mess, isn’t it? It’s why you’re grounded until June! You can’t keep it in your pants. First, the testing and medication, and now this? Dammit!” 

Blaine chimed in, horrified by the implications of sexual diseases. He’d been tested twice to ensure he hadn’t gotten anything from his cheating ex. Luckily, the universe had spared him that particular consequence. “He’s been harassing me since we broke up, texting constantly. He sent me a picture of his private parts in various...uh…stages. I’ve blocked his numbers three times now.”

Mr. Smythe looked at his son, shaking his head. “Convenient. I heard three sob stories about how your phones have been stolen or broken when I confronted you about the credit card bill.” He looked to Blaine and took a deep breath. “Do I dare ask how old you were when he sent this picture—or was it pictures?”

“Seventeen.”

He whistled and looked over at Blaine’s dad, who offered him his hand.

“Charles Anderson. I’m a lawyer as well. I’m very much aware that you’re a State’s Attorney for Ohio. I’m sure you’re aware we can press charges for distributing pornography to my son, a minor at the time. After he told me about the pictures, I prepared the documents and collected our phone records. We didn’t pursue it when they stopped. In light of this new information, though…”

“I won’t try to talk you out of it if you think it’s the right course of action. He deserves what is coming to him,” Mr. Smythe said as he put his arms up in surrender. “I’ve given him too many chances. I’m done.” 

“There is also the issue of this SIM card. As you know, copying a card is not illegal unless you have the express intention of gathering personal data. So, I think Dave here,” he waved over to him, “is off the hook on a technicality since he did it solely with the intention of giving it to Sebastian and didn’t use the card. However, if your son has been using it to gather information about Kurt, that is a second-degree felony.” 

Kurt interjected, “He sent Blaine false texts that looked like they were from me, trying to lure Blaine into being alone with him and other situations where he would think he was meeting me, and it was actually Sebastian,” 

“You knew? You knew he was cloning your phone, Kurt?” Burt asked, flabbergasted. 

Kurt’s eyes went wide, shock on his face. “Uhm... Yes?”

“And it didn’t occur to you to come to me? To go to Ms. Pilsbury or the principal and get help from an adult? Kurt, come on, kid! You’re smarter than that. What were ya thinkin’?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Blaine and I—We were—I was caught up in the drama of all of it, what was happening in our relationship and with Dave and Seb and Prom and graduation, and I don’t know. I’m sorry, Dad. It’s the most obvious solution now, and I’m pretty ashamed of myself.”

“I knew, too,” Blaine said sheepishly. “That is inexcusable. It didn’t even occur to me. I was so lost in my hate for Sebastian. It was all so stupid. And the pictures were the worst. I don’t know. We were trying to handle it on our own.”

“Yes. Well, we can all see how well that went,” Charles said.

“I'm sorry, Dad,” Blaine said. His eyes welled up with tears. He hated disappointing his father, although the way Kurt wrapped his arms tighter around him in comfort helped tremendously. 

“We’ll talk about this later. I’m livid you didn’t tell me about the SIM card. That being said, I can see you kids have been going through plenty. Let's not let this ruin your Senior Prom, alright?” 

Blaine nodded, his voice timid when he replied, “Thank you, Dad. That’s extremely generous.” 

“What else needs to be addressed?” Ms. Pilsbury asked, trying to get all eyes off Blaine, who was clearly upset with himself.

“Being a State’s Attorney, I’m going to call in some favors. I can skip about 20 steps to getting a restraining order filed against my son,” Mr. Smythe gritted the word between his teeth, “on behalf of both Blaine and Kurt—and Dave, if needed. I can also assure you that after graduation, Seb will be going on a nice, long internship somewhere, like an ice fishing boat in Alaska or coal mining in some dark cave, so he can think about the choices he’s making, throwing away his life like this. I’m not expending for Harvard until he gets his act together and actually goes to the counseling I'm paying for. He’s also being financially cut off until improvements are made. Just because you're smart doesn’t make you wise. And if he dares disappoint me again tonight, he might wake up with a tracking anklet on his person tomorrow.” 

“Dad!” Sebastian shouted, tears springing to his eyes as anger suddenly spread like wildfire up his neck and cheeks. 

“Is this amiable?” Mr. Smythe looked between Burt and Charles. 

The fathers looked at their sons, who looked at each other, nodding. 

“We just want him to leave us alone and stop harassing us,” Blaine said. He didn’t want Sebestain’s whole life to be ruined, yet the guy had shown no remorse, and he needed to learn there were consequences to his actions. 

After Burt, Carole, Charles, and Pam went into the hall to discuss it for a moment, they came back in and agreed. They exchanged contact information with Mr. Smythe to get everything in order, and then Sebastian was escorted by the elbow firmly out of the office by his father. “Idiots, all of you!” he said under his breath on the way out. 

“Aww... Yes. A little trip to Alaska should cool him off nicely. As for you, Dave, you have two weeks of detention for breaking into a locker. And you are hanging by a thread for suspension. Understand?” Mr. Figgins asked. 

“Yes, sir. I will be on my best behavior until graduation.” 

“Good. Good. Now, is everything fine here? Everyone is happy? Yes,” he said without waiting for an answer. “Then let’s see if Klaine won Prom Kings. With the roar coming from the auditorium, things are getting frenzied. Let’s rejoin the party.” 

Blaine received a hug from his parents, and Kurt got one from Burt and Carole. They assured them that, while they were unhappy with them not coming to them about the SIM card and a discussion was to be held, they genuinely wanted them to have a nice Prom night. They all blushed, thinking about the awkward conversation about being allowed to get a hotel room for the night because they were both 18 now. At least they’d be somewhere safe and not sneaking around, and of course, there was the clichéd, “We were teenagers in love once, too,” which made Kurt and Blaine want to gag. No. Just no. No kid can imagine their parents having sex, thank you very much. Then the room was filled with the harmony of six people clearing their throats and exiting the office with smiles and promises to see each other in the morning. 

Once in the hall, Blaine held his hand out for Kurt and kissed him on the cheek. “I can’t believe our parents were out on a double date. That’s sort of cool. We’ve all hung out before at family dinners, but they met up. I sort of love that. Like, we were all absorbed in Prom, and meanwhile, the parental units were texting each other to go get cheesecake while we’re on a date.”

“It’s adorable. I hope we’re like that someday. You know, when we have kids. I want to be friends with their dates’ parents.”

Blaine’s step faltered, and he yanked Kurt gently to a stop. “When we have kids?” he asked with wide eyes, full of excitement at the implications of that.

“Mmhm... When we have kids.” He leaned in and kissed Blaine’s lips, and oh, god, it felt so incredible. It felt like slipping his feet into his favorite Alexander McQueen boots, molded perfectly to his feet: flawless, comfortable, and ready for adventure. 

“Kurt! Blaine! For hell’s sake! This isn’t French class! Get in here. They need us on stage. Now!” Santana yelled and pointed to the doors. 

 A few minutes later, in a blur of activity, Kurt and Blaine stood on the stage with the other nominees. The adults were droning on about this and that when all the students just wanted to know one thing.

“And now, without further ado, this year’s Prom Queen is…” Mr. Figgins opened the envelope and smiled. “A tie for the lovely Cheerio duo of Santana and Brittany! Congratulations!” 

Ms. Pilsbury carried over two crowns and grinned. “We planned ahead for this. I hoped you’d win,” she whispered between them as she handed one to Brittany to put on Santana’s head and then gave the other to Santana to place on her girlfriend, which she did with a sweet kiss on her cheek. “You ladies look beautiful. Congratulations.” She stepped back and waved an arm out, presenting them to the applauding students, catcalls and hollers mixed in. 

“Achievement! Good. Fine. And your Prom King is…” After he pulled the card out, he smiled and waited for at least four eternal seconds.

“Tell us!” someone screamed from the back. Everyone started chanting, “Tell us! Tell us!” 

“Your Prom Kings are hashtag Klaine! Kurt and Blaine, congratulations!” 

Kurt and Blaine turned and stared at each other, shocked, then collided into each other’s arms, wrapped in a hug like they’d never shared before. It hurt in the best kind of way. They managed to take the crowns from Ms. Pilsbury and place them on each other’s heads. Neither of them were embarrassed by the few tears that escaped the corners of their eyes. 

“You boys are amazing. I’m so happy for you both. Congrats.” 

The opening notes of “When You Look Me in the Eyes” filled the air, and the four of them descended the stairs together and then melted into their date’s arms as they started to sway and slowly spin on the dance floor. 

When you look me in the eyes,And tell me that you love meEverything's alright,When you're right here by my side

With each line of the song, the world grew progressively smaller. All that mattered was in their arms, and suddenly, it was a shocking reminder that high school was coming to an end, that in some miraculous turn of events for all of them, the most important thing they were taking away from this experience was not their diploma. It was the person in their arms. 

I can't take a day without you here,You're the light that makes my darkness disappearWhen you look me in the eyes,And tell me that you love meEverything's alrightWhen you're right here by my side

Blaine had a flash of a double wedding with the girls someday and then smiled; Kurt would never go for that. He let the thoughts go and shivered at the idea of a wedding, though—no matter what it looked like—and turned, inhaled deeply in Kurt’s neck, and pressed a kiss there before he started whisper-singing some of the words to Kurt, who joined in. 

'Cause when you look me in the eyesAnd tell me that you love meEverything's alrightWhen you're right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes,

I catch a glimpse of heaven

I find my paradise

When you look me in the eyes

As more and more students wandered onto the dance floor, the slow songs were eventually replaced with dance mixes. There was laughing with friends, ridiculous chain dances that included at least 50 people doing the bunny hop, hugs with everyone who was realizing this was the last dance of high school, tears, kisses, and eventually whispered longing as some students started heading out.

After finally collapsing in a chair with Blaine in his lap again, Kurt’s heart raced for an entirely different reason than the dance with Mercedes and Sam that had left them breathless. “Blaine?”

Blaine turned sideways and put his arm around Kurt’s neck. “Hi.”

Kurt’s face beamed at seeing how happy his boyfriend was. “Hi.”

“What were you going to ask me?” Blaine queried before kissing Kurt on the nose. 

“I—Well, I could really use a shower. I feel disgusting. This fabric was not made to wick away sweat.” He shuddered, scrunching his face. 

Blaine laughed and shook his head. “I see. And exactly what would you like me to do about your current predicament?” He walked his fingers up Kurt’s chest. 

“May I be as blunt and honest as I can muster?”

Blaine’s fingers suddenly twisted in the ruffled fabric on the front of Kurt's shirt, his eyes widened, and his breath caught. “Oh, dear god, please, yes.” 

“Blaine Anderson, I’ve loved you for so long. I want to take a shower with you if you’re ready. And just... We can see what happens? We don’t have to rush. We have our whole lives in front of us. Still, I’m not going to waste another day not telling you that I love you and that I’m ready for whatever is next for us.” He took a quick breath, and with determination in his eyes, he said, “I want to go to the hotel.”

Blaine’s eyes shone with understanding, and he nodded twice. “Okay.” He slid off his lap, intertwined their fingers, and without a word between them, they walked to the car, squeezing each other’s hands intermittently to make sure this was actually happening.

After driving for several miles in comfortable silence, Kurt asked, “You okay, honey?” 

“Yeah. I’m so okay. You?” 

“Yeah. Uhm... Can I ask you something? Do you know what a safeword is, Blaine?”

Blaine shook his head. “Not sure I know exactly. I have a vague idea, though.” 

“Well, basically, we pick a word for us, and then if one of us says it—ever—during sex or in conversation, it means whatever is happening stops immediately. We take a few deep breaths and figure out what happens next.” 

“Where did you learn that?”

Kurt blushed, visible even in just the faint lights from the console dash. “Uhh... Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Kurt. Of course,” Blaine said sincerely as he quickly glanced over.

“I might have read those pamphlets my dad gave me a while back. Uhm... After your parents called him this afternoon to get permission for the hotel—and he agreed after blushing as red as his favorite buffalo check flannel—I promised him I would if we were going to stay here tonight. Plus, I wanted—I wanted to be prepared.”

“Wow. Thank you. That's—Wow, Kurt.”

“It’s been a day. Reading those pamphlets and thinking about last night...” 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” Blaine said quietly. 

“Me neither.” Kurt brought Blaine’s hand up and kissed it.

“So, the safeword. I love that idea. What word do you want?”

“Something ridiculous that won’t come up in the heat of the moment.” 

“Hmm...” Blaine thought for a moment. “Like ‘Prince Humperdinck’?”

Kurt laughed. “I love you. ‘Humperdinck’ could work, though, couldn’t it?”

“Yeah. We can just try it, and we can change it later, right?”

“Right,” Kurt said. When he realized they had turned into the hotel's parking lot, he knew he had to say the next part before he lost his nerve or they lost their clothes. “Blaine. Can I—Can we talk about one more thing before we get out?”

“Always,” Blaine said as he turned off the ignition and turned towards Kurt, rubbing his fingers up and down his arm. 

“I know we’ve been caught up in finally being in each other’s arms. And when you—Blaine, when you were so brave and finally told me, you said that you were mentally exhausted from trying to keep it inside.”

“I was. It had been a year. Longer, probably.” 

Kurt nodded. “I wanted to tell you thank you. Thank you for…opening your heart.  My heart and mind were exhausted, too, with the same ‘should I or shouldn’t I’ rhetoric that made me feel like I was sometimes on a hamster wheel.  And I’ve caught myself wishing that we could get that time back. On the flip side of it, though, I keep trying to figure out why.”

“Why we didn’t say anything?”

“Yeah. And I know we talked about it last night for a minute. I have a theory, though, and before we go in there, I feel like I need to take a turn being brave and open and share my heart with you. Is that—Is that okay?”

“You were brave and open when you told me you wanted to take a shower together. And last night when you told me your boundaries. And just now, talking to me about safewords. Not to mention reading those pamphlets so we could be safe and prepared for tonight.  You are brave, and you have nothing to prove to me.  If you need to talk to me, though, I’m right here. And if all we do is talk tonight, that would be okay, too. You know that, right?”

A wide smile spread across Kurt’s face, and he nodded. “I appreciate that, but you and I are taking a shower together, Mr. Anderson.”

Blaine chuckled. “As you wish, Mr. Hummel. Now, tell me what’s on your mind. You get kind of cute when you get nervous.” 

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand and let out an anxious laugh. “Whew. Okay. I have been a little hard on myself about not telling you. I’ve asked myself a million times why I didn’t, why we didn’t. And while we were dancing tonight, I think I had an epiphany.”

“Oh, yeah? And what was it?”

“Last night… Well, last night, we said we were ‘really oblivious,’ and in a way, it’s true. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last 24 hours, and it's so much more than that, so much more profound and deeper with a little reflection.”

“Tell me, please?” Blaine asked quietly. 

“I think we always knew. And it’s a testament to how important we are to each other that we were willing to sacrifice part of what we wanted so intensely to keep the amazing foundation of friendship we already had. You are a rock in my life, Blaine, and I’m not embarrassed to say I need you. I love you first and foremost as my best friend, and I always will.”

“You’re my best friend, too, Kurt. I can’t imagine—could never imagine—my life without you in it.” 

“Exactly. That’s exactly what I’m saying. And so, on the one hand, it seems ridiculous we didn’t just talk about it. We talk about everything else. Everything. On the other hand… Our friendship will always be first, and this—what we have now—is beautiful and arousing, and god, I want you so badly I feel like I’m on fire. It will never be more important to me than seeing you smile. Or more than knowing that you'll always love me, that you will defend me—even when you know I’m wrong—and that we call each other ten times a day and text non-stop at all hours of the day and night, that we like to bake cookies together and talk about life and our dreams about Broadway. We’ve always accepted each other as perfectly imperfect, Blaine. I wish I could articulate it better.” 

Blaine wiped the tears off his cheek. “I think you're articulating it beautifully.” 

“I never want to lose you as my best friend, and I needed you to know that before we walked in there. This can’t—” Kurt got choked up, his voice thick with his feelings. “This can’t ever lead to a horrible, nasty breakup, Blaine. We have to promise each other, please, that we’ll do whatever it takes to learn how to communicate with each other and how to grow older and be adults together.”

“I promise, Kurt. Maybe when we go to New York this summer, we should… Maybe we should...”

“What?”

“It might be a good idea for each of us to go to counseling? We’re going to be away from our parents for the first time. Plus, living together. We thought it would be as roommates; now, though, we’ll be boyfriends. And college is going to take its toll. It might be smart to—”

“I agree,” Kurt immediately stated. “Ms. Pilsbury, she pulled me aside a few days ago and suggested it, too. I’m nervous about it. Still, I want to give us our best chance. And I know sometimes I pull away emotionally when I’m overwhelmed. Plus… With the bullying and, well, just everything we’ve gone through... Yeah.”

“Okay. We’ll look into it. We’re going to get this right, Kurt. Sometimes, it’s not going to be easy, and we can’t pretend it will be. We just have to keep doing this, being honest.” He waved between them.

Kurt nodded, his eyes radiating brighter, hopeful at Blaine’s words.

“Best friends, fearlessly and forever then, Mr. Hummel?”

“Fearlessly and forever, Mr. Anderson.”

Neither of them felt the need to fill the next few minutes with words. The anticipation spoke volumes with the way the veins in their throats pulsed, how it was hard to get a deep breath, and the way their palms became clammy. They grabbed their bags, only letting go of each other when strictly necessary to lock up the car. A short walk later, they stepped off the elevator, and Blaine slid the key into the lock of room 305 and opened the door for Kurt. He was shocked when Kurt playfully grabbed his bow tie and pulled him into the room. Letting the door shut behind them, he reached back to bolt it. 

One look at each other had Blaine rushing the few feet between them and wrapping Kurt in his arms. 

“I love you, Kurt. So much.”

“I love you, too. Hey, Blaine?”

“Yes, Kurt?” Blaine nuzzled into his neck, pressing dozens of kisses in a line up to his ear and loving the faint taste of salt on his skin from all the dancing they’d done.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Kurt said breathlessly and then couldn’t move. Blaine had kissed a spot behind his ear and then laved his tongue over it, which had rendered him frozen as chills reverberated throughout his body, causing him to break into goosebumps.   

Blaine kissed across Kurt's cheek, and with a final gaze, he leaned forward, slid his lips across Kurt’s as they parted, and moaned into his mouth as their curious tongues explored and danced together.  In rising urgency, their jackets were removed and tossed on the chair, fumbling fingers unbuttoned shirts, the fabric cascading to the floor languidly. Their hands meticulously searched the expanse of uncovered skin. A few minutes later, their belt buckles were opened, flies were down, and then they fell into a fit of giggles, trying to take each other’s pants off when they realized their shoes really needed to come off first. 

“Since the moment has passed us by, do you mind if maybe—Can I get in the shower first? And then you can join me? I feel gross, and Blaine, I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you and—”

Blaine cut in. “Kurt. Love, it’s fine. That is a good plan. Go ahead.”

“Maybe after I get my shoes off?”

Blaine laughed when he looked down at the tangled mess of chaos at their feet.  “After you get your shoes off,” he replied.

Ten minutes later, Kurt told him it was okay for Blaine to enter the bathroom. 

Blaine thought he'd be a nervous wreck, but he realized that he and Kurt were more than comfortable with each other and always had been. Annoyingly, he had to pee, and there was no getting around it, so he used the facilities. They both laughed at how obnoxiously loud and embarrassing something so ordinary was, even though they’d stayed in hotel rooms together before for Glee Club competitions.

 “Not sorry!” Blaine said over the running water. “It had to be done some time. I mean, we do it all the time with a flimsy door between us. What’s the difference?” 

“None. We don’t need to be shy about our bodies anymore, right?” Kurt said behind the shower curtain. “Or at least we can try.” Kurt laughed. It was the reason he went in there first, and he didn’t even think it was selfish. He couldn’t have found the courage to break that boundary first.

“So, with that romantic segue, may I please get in with you now?”

“Um... Yeah. I mean, I’m hard. Is that okay? It’s just...” Kurt trailed off. “Holy hell! Yes. It’s okay, love.” Blaine was getting that way fast. He took a deep breath and slid the shower curtain back slowly. He almost fell to his knees. “Oh, Kurt... Oh. My. God. You’re so beautiful. I’m—”

At the same time, Kurt said, “Blaine!” He covered his gaping mouth with one hand. “You’re stunning! Wait. Wait. Why are you laughing and crying?” Kurt could see how turned on Blaine was, so he didn’t take any personal offense to it; he just didn’t understand. 

“Look at you! I’m crying because I’m in awe and so in love with you. And laughing because this can’t be real. You’re too gorgeous. This is some elaborate dream.” 

“I’m looking at you, honey. Not me. Have you seen you?”

Blaine didn’t even register what Kurt said. He couldn’t stop staring as he took in an entirely naked Kurt. The previous night had been marvelous, but this… His brain was short-circuiting. He could see the whole picture now: every muscle of Kurt's body and how they connected in his long, lithe limbs, every purple vein, the dusting of freckles, and the coarse trail of hair he’d gotten a hint at the day before now led down to his perfectly groomed cock that was larger than Blaine had even imagined it would be when he saw Kurt in some of those pants he wore. “I’m Kurtsexual. That is all there is to it.”

Kurt laughed, the water dripping down his face and off his chin. “You’re what?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“You did, as a matter of fact. Would you like to get in here with me, or should we continue gawking at each other like the awkward teens we are?” Blaine still seemed dazed. “Blaine, look at me. I mean my eyes, please?”

He immediately looked up. “I’m sorry. I’m being rude. You really are magnificent, though.” 

“Thank you. I don’t think I mind you looking. Maybe—Can I—Let me wash you? Get in with me?”

Blaine nodded and stepped tentatively into the shower, putting his hands on Kurt’s hips. 

Kurt squirted some of the mandarin mint body wash he’d brought for them into his hands and rubbed it into a rich lather. “Can I touch you now?”

“Yes. Whatever you want. We have our safeword, too, right?”

“Right.” 

“I’m not going to last. I’m sorry. I think the first time you touch me, I’m going to—”

Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine’s. “I understand. Believe me, I do. It’s us, sweetheart. We don’t need to be embarrassed or afraid. We have all night. Let’s just let this happen. We don’t have to hold back from each other anymore. Not ever again.”

“Okay,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt watched as he slid his hands down his boyfriend's chest to that perfect “V” and further until he finally brushed his fingertips across Blaine’s sac and then over his thick erection a few times before he wrapped his hand around it and stroked it twice. His thoughts ran wild. Oh, my god. I’m touching Blaine. This is us connected. He feels so incredible. The way he fits in my hand and…

“Mmmnnggh! Oh, Kurt!” Blaine shouted as he threw his arms around Kurt’s neck and buried his head in his neck, cumming all over Kurt’s hand. “So, so… Oh, Kurt!”

“Blaine,” Kurt said desperately, still holding on and stroking tentatively. He’d imagined how it would be to see Blaine and finally touch him.  However, nothing his mind could conjure up had prepared him for the euphoria thrumming through every cell of his body, knowing he’d made Blaine feel that good. 

“Don’t let go of me,” Blaine said as he pulled back. “I think I can—Again—Oh, god. Yeah. I can.” He slid his hand down his own chest to pick up some of the lather Kurt had left behind and reached down to touch Kurt’s cock for the first time. He couldn't breathe as he closed his hand around the girth, shocked at how warm and rigid it was. The pulse from the underside vein throbbed against his palm. The smooth texture, how big it was, that it was Kurt. His Kurt that he could touch and worship now. “Love, I want to feel you cum. I want to hear you. Please don’t hold back your noises like last night.” Blaine started to stroke him as Kurt continued to do to him.

“Oh! Oh! Blaine! So damn good. It’s—No one has ever—! Blaine! I’m going to—Blaine!” he called even louder as he spilled white-hot all over Blaine’s stomach and fingers. It feels so different to have someone touch me! Yes! Yes! I love him so much! Seconds later, he shivered as Blaine blurted Kurt’s name as he orgasmed again. Kurt couldn’t help but run his fingers through it, fascinated. Someday, I want to taste it. To think one day we’ll be ready to use our mouths and… Oh, god. Just everything with him. “Mmmm... Blaine!” 

They looked at each other, panting, which turned into gazing, checking to make sure they were okay, to see if there were any hidden truths to be found in their eyes. Now that they knew what it looked like to see into each other's souls without holding anything back, they’d never be able to hide again. They had years of experience with that, and neither of them wanted to see that reflected there ever again. 

“Love you. Love you,” was whispered between them at the same time as they leaned into each other’s mouths and surrendered to each other. They kissed like that night at the party, and it was a million times better with the validity of the I love yous behind it now. Their bodies pressed together, and hands gripped, pulled, and clung to each other. Permission to mark was given where their clothes would cover it. And they found new joy in taking layers of skin and flesh between their teeth and sucking until it made their boyfriend beg for mercy and more all at once. Kurt chanted his lover’s name as he released between them again by rutting against Blaine’s hip. When the shower ran cold, they wrapped each other in huge, soft towels, never more than a few inches apart as they dried off. 

“Oh, freezing! I’m freezing now!” Kurt said, his teeth chattering. 

“I happen to have the perfect solution for that!”

“Oh, do you, now?” Kurt asked and laughed. 

“Mmhm... Let’s crawl into bed, and I’ll keep you warm and toasty.”

“I love this plan.”

They kissed with wild abandon, rolled and tumbled, and discovered how amazing it was to touch each other again with lube, realized that sex wasn’t just hot; it was also playful and silly. Bodies make strange noises, and they could get limbs tangled up in each other. It was also vulnerable, raw, and full of emotion. It felt like a lifetime of exploration had only begun. With soft touches and hair twirled around fingers while recovering for a little while, they talked about what happened at Prom for a few minutes and then let it go. Instead, they traced shapes on each other’s chests and talked about New York and all the adventures they’d have now with the lens of being together, hopefully forever, which led once more to tear-stained cheeks, and I love yous and words of awe and wonder kissed into almost every inch of their skin. 

An hour before the sun rose, they finally surrendered to sleep, not only naked in each other’s arms for the first time but with nothing left unsaid between them and a promise sealed in their hearts that, for the rest of their lives, they'd do their best to keep it that way.

Notes from GleefulDarrenCrissFan:

This chapter was written by GleefulPoppet, who also did all of the fic art for this story. She also wrote the final chapter, which will be posted tomorrow. Thanks to Teddyshoney for editing every chapter.

I will be accepting new prompts for the next roulette event through next Saturday. You can fill out a form on the klaineficroulettetheprom-us page on Tumblr. We will vote for the next prompt on the third Saturday of June (I'll put up the voting form after I receive all of the prompts. I hope to start recruiting writers and artists for the next event in July. I'll post all of the information on my roulette event page. I start college courses at the end of July so I don't know right now when the writing will happen, but I will keep you posted. If you think you want to be involved, you can contact me on my Tumblr page under the same name or on my klaineficroulettetheprom-us page, but you will have to officially sign up by filling out a form in July. I want to thank everyone for reading this, and I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to comment.