The Singer And The Musician - Klaine [DISCONTINUED]

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To Kurt;
Tomorrow I expect to hear that story

To Mercedes;
Yeah, yeah

Kurt knew he would never get out of telling the girl what exactly had transpired in his life within the last month. Besides, it wasn't like talking about Blaine was something he didn't enjoy doing.

Except maybe with his dad who had entered the room right then.

"Hey, kid. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I did! We danced around a bit, Abi opened presents, and then we played Spin the Bottle." Kurt's mouth fell open in shock at what he said. He immediately started rambling, "I-I mean- it was- I didn't- the girls- I-"

"Kurt. I don't want to hear it."

"I have to tell you something," Kurt blurted out. "Just so you don't think I'm keeping anything from you. I... have a boyfriend. And if you don't like that, I don't care, because he is amazing and I really like him."

"I-"

"-Goodnight, Dad."

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Blaine knew he must look completely insane. He had the biggest smile slapped upon his face and his eyes were closed tightly, his whole face scrunching up to try and contain his joy.

Of course, the reason for his uncontainable joy was perfectly acceptable. Because, who could possibly keep a straight face and a steady heart beat when lying in the arms of Kurt Hummel?

And even if it sounded pathetic and clingy, Blaine never wanted to leave Kurt's arms. He felt the happiest he'd felt in a long time as he rested his head on the chestnut haired boy's chest.

Blaine's heart swelled as he listened to Kurt's humming. The boy was muttering along to One Day I'll Fly Away from Moulin Rouge. Obviously, Blaine hadn't been paying attention but he'd seen this movie more than enough times for the both of them. He'd spent far too many nights wishing and longing for a love like the one Satine and Christian shared, a love so strong that it could overcome anything, even death.

And even if he and Kurt had only been officially dating for 4 weeks and 3 days (yes, Blaine had been counting) and they hadn't said the big 'L' word just yet, Blaine was no longer jealous of Satine for spending half of the film sucking face with Ewan McGregor, because now Blaine had his own Christian, and he couldn't be happier.

A nudge to Blaine's ribs caused him to stir, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes. He must've fallen asleep. He turned back to where Kurt had been sitting and was startled to find Wes sitting in his boyfriend's place.

"Hello, child."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "What're you doing here Wesley?"

"Hello best friend! How are you?" Wes threw his arms forward and cocked his head to the side, doing an over the top impression of the raven-haired boy say in front of him, "Why thank you Blaine, I'm fine. How are you?"

Blaine sighed, "I'm fine thanks! Where's Kurt?"

"Always with that boy." Wes rolled his eyes, "You never have time for anyone else anymore. Not even your best friends."

"Aye, we 'aven't uploaded a video in ages." David piped up from Blaine's door.

"David, I love you man, but seriously. Stop with the accent. No one knows what the accent is actually meant to be and it's terrible."