He looked around for Kurt, but didn't see him anywhere. David felt a million times less awkward now that he was at the dance. I mean, he was probably the least stupid looking person here.

As if to prove this point, Tina and Mike ran past him in their Pac-Man and Pinky costumes, screaming "WOKKA WOKKA WOKKA!" over the booming music.

In the bathroom off the gym, Kurt looked in the mirror with concern at his 3rd outfit of the day. "I just… gah, I don't know if this is too much…" He laid his head in his hands and shook his head. "What was I even thinking with this one…"

Blaine grasped Kurt's arm and turned him around, pulling his hands down in the process. "Stop it. Look, I know I was harsh before. I really was just worried. But you look completely amazing, David will love it."

Kurt groaned and let his arms fall against the fabric, then lifted them back and crossed them. "I need to change, this was stupid, I-"

"Don't you dare." Jesse St. James walked in beaming a smile, eyes taking in the outfit. "You look positively radiant. You look like a-"

Kurt threw his hands up. "Don't say it! If Dave says it, fine, but no one else is allowed."

Jesse laughed softly and gave Blaine a quick kiss. His boyfriend seemed upset. "But… where's your costume? You promised."

The older boy grinned and pulled back the side of his jacket to reveal a small rectangular nametag bearing the words Hello, my name is: GOD.

Blaine chuckled and put his hands on Jesse's chest. "Blasphemer."

Mr. St. James just smiled and shrugged.

"Bleh." Kurt made a face. "You two are seriously ick-tastic."

Blaine frowned. "Put your tongue back in your mouth, that's not very lady-like of you."

"You and Dave will be acting the same in no time."

"Pfft, no." He rolled his eyes and hoped they were right.

Dave couldn't stop scanning the crowd. He was getting seriously nervous, but still no sign of Kurt.

Across the dance floor, Santana glared at him. She refused to be convinced that it was impossible for everyone to change costumes for her benefit, so she just danced with Princess Jasmine Brittany and gave him means looks.

Quinn and Rachel made a not-surprisingly awesome Elphaba and Galinda. People couldn't stop gawking over how similar Rachel looked to the actress who portrayed her character on Broadway.

Puck just looked like a dumbass, with his hair gelled up into a Cullen-esque Mohawk. As Cullen-esque as a Mohawk can be, anyway. He dramatically went for Lauren's neck, and Figgens got to them just in time to prevent an outbreak of vampirism.

Finn strode awkwardly over to stand next to Dave in his cowboy boots and suede hat. He had to yell to be heard over the band. "Hey, have you seen Kurt? I'm worried about him."

"Worried?" Dave had only been nervous before, not worried. But now, suddenly, he was definitely worried. "Why?"

"You saw the things he was wearing today. I mean yeah, he looked completely awesome. But I was thinking, isn't that kind of grounds to get your ass kicked?"

Dave felt himself go cold. Quite suddenly, he needed to find Kurt, needed to see him, to know he was okay. He walked away from Finn without another word, into the crowd. His eyes locked onto every face and then let it pass by.

Finally, his eyes met Kurt's.

Some people had stopped dancing, but even those who didn't had turned to look. Kurt had only taken a few steps out of the boys bathroom, his cheeks turned pinker with every stare he received.

It was just… it was a dress. A gown, really. Fit for a princess. Long and white, it swept the floor as he walked slowly across the gymnasium. The entire expanse of fabric was covered with a thin, delicate layer of shimmering lace. The neckline was straight, and there were no sleeves or straps to break the miles of his collarbone and shoulders. In his hair, a simple thin headband with a white silk bow on the left side.

He looked terrified, but his eyes never left David's as he made his way through the ocean of his peers.

Rachel leaned in with an encouraging smile to whisper something, and it seemed to give Kurt a little more confidence. He raised his chin and walked a bit faster towards David.

Dave could barely breathe. Kurt looked… He tried not to think it, tried not to say it. But at the exact moment the boy reached him, the words escaped. "You look like a bride." He froze, realizing how very inappropriate the thought was. But he must have said the right thing, because Kurt's smile lit up the world, and he threw his arms around David's neck, clutching him close.

Quickly, he pulled away and composed himself, adjusting the skirt, and looking up at David expectantly. "Well?"

He smiled at the smaller, beautiful, flawless boy. "Kurt Fancy Elizabeth Hummel-Hudson, I'd be honored if you would dance with me."

Kurt shrugged and looked away. "Nah." Dave groaned and Kurt immediately grasped his hand. "You know I'm kidding, now come on."

On the dance floor, the stares of friends and acquaintances faded away. Dave held one hand gingerly on Kurt's waist, and Kurt laid one hand on his shoulder, and the others they clutched together as they moved in slow, easy circles.

They weren't dancing to whatever the music was that was currently playing. All they could hear was the sound of their own hearts beating, and it set the tempo.

David stares into Kurt's eyes and wondered why he had allowed himself to miss out on this feeling for a year of his life. He had been so scared, too afraid to say the words that needed to be said. But now? All the beauty he could ever want was in his arms. It was his to let go of or hold onto.

He chose to hold on.

Dave ungrasped their hands and put both arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him in tight while Kurt place his hand on Dave's chest and looked up at him questioningly.

The words that he had feared so much came so easily. "Kurt, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend." Kurt corrected, trying and failing to restrain his smile. Dave just gave him a look, and Kurt giggled. "Yes, David. I'd love to be your boyfriend."

"It's about damn time." Azimio twirled by with Mercedes in his arms, both friends giving them cheesy grins.

Kurt's head fell against David's chest as they both laughed.

This was perfect.