Blackbird

Okay, this one will be a longer one about Kurt and Blaine's first kiss. Who knew that a first glance and a song could be the start of something so special? Anywhosies, enjoy the story!!!:)

Kurt's  point of view.

I have only been at Dalton for a short time now. But my feelings for Blaine have grown to feel like I've known him all my life. The day had just started and he bursts through the door and starts to sing Misery. "Oh yeah!" He sings. Apparently no one took this as a surprise but me. The other guys sang with him, and so of course I join in with them.
"I am in misery. There ain't no body who can comfort me. Oh yeah. Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me. Oh yeah!'' I must admit, Blaine's solos are amazing. They really are but its always him that gets the solos. I'm not jealous or anything. Okay fine I am. Maybe I should tell him. No I have to tell him.

Blaine's point of view.

"Girl, you really got me bad, you really got me bad. Now I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna get you back." We finished singing Misery and I said, "Hey Regionals, you've just met our opening number." The boys cheered and I went over to talk to Kurt. I'm glad to see he's been taking care of Pavarotti, the Warblers canary. "How did you manage to find a Burberry-esque canary cage cover?" I asked looking at the cage. "Canaries don't like cold weather. Especially Pavarotti." Answered Kurt.  "So what did you think of the song?" I asked.
"Can I be really honest with you? Because it comes from a place of caring." He asked. I nodded smiling. "Been there done that." He said. My smile fell. He continued, "Look, you're amazing, Blaine. Your solos are breathtaking. They're also numerous." He tried to walk away but I followed after him. "Kurt, the council decides who gets the solos. Do I detect a little bit of jealousy?" I said. He was quick to answer, "No, you detect alot of jealousy. Look, Blaine, sometimes I don't feel like we're the Warblers. I feel like we're Blaine and the Pips.

Kurt's point of view.

I hope Blaine take my words to heart. He said I could be honest with him, so I was. I was in my room doing my nails and such when Pavarotti started to sing. I smiled and whistled along with him. We go back and forth for a little bit until he suddenly stops. I look down at his cage to find him on the floor laying down. "Pavarotti?" I asked a little scared now. I get down to get a better look at him and his eyes are open and jet black. I reach in to poke him lightly and he's not moving. Or breathing. Tears start forming in my eyes as I put the cover back on the cage.

Blaine's point of view.

I suppose Kurt was right. I do get solos all the time. I guess it would be nice to have someone else have one. As I was thinking about this, I forgot I was in an argument with the Warblers about what to wear for the competition. In the middle of this, Kurt walks in wearing all black and crying. "Kurt what's wrong?" I asked. "Its Pavarotti. Pavarotti is dead. I suspect a stroke." He said teary eyed. "Kurt, I'm so sorry." I said. Kurt continued, "I know its really stupid to be upset about a bird, but...He-He inspired me with his optimism, and his love of song. He was my friend. Now I know today we need to practice doo-wopping behind Blaine while he sings every solo in the medley of P!nk songs but... I'd like to sing this song for Pavarotti today."
I felt so bad for Kurt. Everyone in the room knew how much that bird meant to him. He handed someone a tape (ya know that thing people used to play music on before CD's) and the song started to play. As soon as it did, I recognized it. Kurt began to sing. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise. I've never heard Kurt sing like this. His voice is so soft and sweet.
Kurt started the second verse and me and the Warblers sang behind him. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free." He was absolutely astounding. He went on, "Blackbird fly. Blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night." The Warblers hummed when it was their time, but I just sat there looking at Kurt. What was this feeling I wondered. Why am I getting butterflies in my stomach? Why can't I stop staring at Kurt? "Blackbird fly. Blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arise." Kurt finished and I couldn't stop smiling. I knew what this feeling was now. I was astonished. No I was amazed. No I was moved.

Kurt's point of view

Blaine had chosen me to sing a duet with. We hadn't chosen a song yet, but I was just shocked and happy he chose me. Meanwhile, I was decorating Pavarotti's casket when Blaine walked in."What's that?" He asked "I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket." 
"Well, finish up, I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice." He said. I was intrigued. "Do tell." I said. He answered, "Candles by Hey Monday."
"I'm impressed! You're usually so top 40." I said. "Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional." He said as he sat down. Something was eating at me and I thought the best person to ask was Blaine. "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" I asked. Blaine took a little bit to answer. "Kurt, there is a moment...when you say to yourself "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever." He shuffled closer and took my hand. "Watching you do Blackbird this week...that was a moment for me...about you. You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you." He finished. I couldn't believe it. Blaine had feelings for me. Before I could fully process the information, he leaned in and our lips united. I returned his kiss and opened my mouth only slightly. He put a hand on my face and I put one on his cheek. The need to breathe became too much and we pulled away contemplating what we just did. Blaine chuckled and stuttered, "Um w-we should practice."
"I thought we were." I said grinning. As we reunited our lips I was sure we both knew what the both of us felt. We knew that our feelings for eachother were mutual. And Blackbird was the thing that made Blaine realize what his heart and soul knew all along. They knew that our hands were meant to hold eachother. Fiercely and forever. Ever since I got to Dalton and met that curly haired boy, my heart and soul knew it too.