(A/N): Sorry about the wait guys! First I just procrastinated on the actual writing of it, then the words decided not to cooperate so I rewrote it a bunch, and when I FINALLY got it up to standard, Fanfiction decides, "Hey! We're not gonna let any of your chapters post! HA!"
I apologize. :(

Anyways... (for those of you who celebrate) Happy Easter! Think of this chapter in basket-form. XD

I hope you enjoy. I'm thinking this is the end. I think… it's over. :O
If you think I left any loose ends or something bothering you, don't hesitate to drop me a message and I'll be sure to clear it up, even if 'clearing it up' means another chapter.

This chapter is a flash-backy chapter! I hope we all can just sit back and bask in the Glee nostalgia before we cry about the week left until the hiatus is over. :)

Here's the link to what I based a… certain part off of. Thank me later. ;)
/watch?v=djztdlWwJ_I

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it. Glee. Or Chris Colfer… Humph.

Kurt sighed. "Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't have any juicy stories."

"White boy, you better watch yourself." Mercedes warned. "Between us girls, we have a pretty expansive repertoire."

Kurt smirked slyly. "Yes, I do know. But some stuff has gone down tonight that I would never have thought possible…" Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand the slightest bit tighter. "So really, I'm sure I can handle anything you throw at me."

"Is that a challenge?" Santana sat up in her chair.

"Why yes, Satan. It is."

Santana smirked. "Well, I can't wait for this."

"So you're saying that Kurt has done things that are blackmail-worthy?" Blaine said, raising his eyebrows. Kurt smacked him on the shoulder with a little yelp.

"Why do you seem so interested in that?" Kurt hissed.

"Hey," Blaine defended, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just… always thought you were so innocent, you know?" Blaine blushed.

Now it was Kurt's turn to raise an eyebrow. Santana snorted and Mercedes laughed straight out. Kurt shot her a warning glare. "Are you turning on me too, Cedes?" Kurt asked, feigning hurt.

She just shrugged dismissively. David burst in, "Oh, do tell. We just must know the true Kurt Hummel."

"He wasn't anything special until sophomore year." Santana said.

Kurt laughed harshly. "Thanks, Santana, for totally relegating my entire childhood."

"Relegating?" Brittany asked softly. "Kurtie, I don't know what that means."

Kurt smiled softly. "It means to make something worth less, boo."

"Oh, okay!" Brittany said, before confusion swept over her features once more. "But how can it be worth less than it already is?"

Instead of being offended, Kurt just looked baffled. "Pardon?"

"I thought childhood was priceless."

"So," Wes started after the laughter had faded, "What made Kurt suddenly stand out in sophomore year?"

"Yeah, I'm not here. Just keep talking about me." Kurt muttered under his breath. Blaine chuckled, squeezing his hand.

"When he tried out for Glee club." Rachel piped up. "That last note!" She gushed.

"Oh, nostalgia!" Quinn sighed. "Kurt was so cute back then!"

Tina giggled. "Everyone was different." She mused. "I had a stutter, Quinn was a bitch, Mercedes had an afro, Rachel… well, she's pretty much the same."

Shouts of indignation filled the room. "I fixed my hair!" Mercedes defended.

David giggled and pulled her closer. "I think it looks lovely."

"What did you sing?" Blaine questioned quietly as Kurt settled himself against his chest.

"Mister Cellophane." Kurt answered, looking up with a small smile. "They're right." He whispered. "So much has changed."

"For the better, I would hope."

Kurt only pressed a chaste kiss to his lips in reply.

"What was my next big stand-out moment, ladies?" Kurt asked teasingly.

"A lot of your stand-outs weren't singing." Quinn pointed out. "A lot of it was things you said or did."

"Such as?"

"Remember April Rhodes?" Mercedes chortled.

"Oh, god!" Kurt burst into laughter. "That's why I did not drink at Rachel's party."

"Poor Miss Pilsbury!" Santana said.

"'Oh, Bambi. I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy.'" Kurt recited, causing chokes of laughter from the Warblers.

"She tried to win each of us over." He explained. "She gave me alcohol, which caused me to barf on the shoes of the largest germophobe on this planet." Kurt sighed. "I'm pretty sure she had, like, three chemical showers or something."

"What about before we did 'Push It'?" Rachel smiled.

"Oh yeah!" Quinn smiled. "'We need to give them what they want.' 'Blood?'"

"Or when you tried out for football." Santana said. "'My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé. If I don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise.'"

"You were on the football team?" Trent asked incredulously.

"Best damn kicker they've ever had!" Kurt pounded his fist on the carpet.

"Or 'They're gonna throw fruit at us! And I just had a facial!'" Tina piped up.

"Or when you slushied yourself for Finn and then said 'Someone get me to a day spa, stat!'" Mercedes recited. "While I felt horrible for you at the time, it was actually pretty damn funny."

"While I found it quite offensive," Quinn began, sniffing daintily, "when Kurt decided to give us his… views on religion…"

"Oh, that?" Kurt laughed sadly. "'You can't prove there isn't a magic teapot floating around the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it that reads romance novels and shoots lightning out of its boobs; but it seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?'" Blaine laughed loudly at this.

"I see you're an atheist?" Blaine says unnecessarily.

"Yes." Kurt said matter-of-factly. "I don't see why 'God' would make me gay just to have his followers telling me it's disgusting and wrong."

Blaine held him closer, just to hold him.

"Or my personal favorite: 'One day, you will all work for me.'" Santana clapped her hands once.

"Hey, I was tired of those Neanderthals tossing me in the dumpster like I was trash!" Kurt exclaimed. "I had to put them in their place somehow. Besides, it's completely true. We all need janitors, right?"

"But the best parts are the songs he sings." Rachel pointed out.

The girls all agreed. The Warblers nodded along, too. They had all heard Kurt sing before. Not only was he extraordinarily talented, but he also put emotion into everything he sung. It's what made him so magical. After all, great singers don't go anywhere unless their heart is in it, right?

"Defying Gravity." Rachel said. "We all knew you blew the note."

"Yes, we all know that a high F is well within my range," Kurt said quickly, not missing the looks of awe on the faces of the Warblers. "But my dad had gotten a call," he paused to whisper to Blaine, who nodded understandingly, "the anonymous kind, and I knew how much it… hurt him."

A wave of "Aww's" filled the room. Surprisingly, though, not from the girls, but from the Warblers.

"When you redid it, Kurt…" Mercedes stopped, shaking her head. "White boy, I wish I had you're voice."

"I'd sooner buy defying gravity

Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity

I think I'll try defying gravity

And you won't bring me down

Bring me down!"

Kurt sang wondrously, hitting the high notes with ease. His voice rang out clear, and the Warblers could do nothing but gape.

"Kurt," Wes whispered, his hand reaching towards him. Really, Kurt thought they were overreacting. Wes was looking at him like he was an angel or something. And, after a glance over his shoulder, he could see that Blaine was too.

"It's Wicked," Kurt said, as if that should explain everything.

"Yeah, that was only his first solo, though." Brittany pointed out. "My dolphin had many more pretty songs!"

"What about A House Is Not A Home?" Quinn said. "That was beautiful, if not awkward since he was singing to Finn."

"Finn?" Blaine asked, a laugh making his voice waver. "You had a crush on your step brother?"

"He wasn't my stepbrother back then!" Kurt defended, trying to be heard over the ruckus.

"But it only got better from there." Quinn said, smiling. "Bad Romance? Rose's Turn?"

"Rose's Turn!" The girls exclaimed with glee. Kurt chuckled too.

"I had a dream

I dreamed it for you, Dad

It wasn't for me, Dad

But if it wasn't for me

Then where would you be?

Miss Rachel Berry?"

Rachel laughed the hardest. "Oh, so you put me into your song? I'm flattered!"

"I was angry at the world." Kurt sighed wistfully. "Or, more specifically, my father. Good thing it all worked out…" He mused, picking at a loose thread on Blaine's shirt.

"Give Up the Funk!" Santana suddenly yelled. "That was wanky."

"Wanky?" Thad questioned.

"Wanky." Santana repeated.

"Do it, Kurt!" The girls pressured him. Kurt flushed slightly, denying them left and right. They kept pestering him, though, so he soon gave in.

"Roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother sucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother sucker

Tear the roof off the sucker"

Silence filled the room.

"Wanky." Santana singsonged. She didn't miss the way Mr. Hobbit's arms tightened around her Porcelain.

"K-K-K…" David tried to say.

"Oops, I broke David! Sorry, Mercedes." Kurt teased.

Ignoring the broken brains of the Warblers, the girls continued down their mental lists of 'Kurt Songs'.

"I Want To Hold Your Hand!" Rachel and Quinn said at the same time. "I cried!"

"Yeah, well, I cried too." Kurt said. "I couldn't help but think of my mom's funeral when I sang that, and I was terrified of losing him…"

"Oh, Kurt…" Blaine heard the slight, almost undetectable waver in his boyfriend's voice, and pulled him ever closer. He pressed a small kiss to the top of his head.

"It was beautiful," Tina breathed. "Your voice is, like, made for Beatles songs."

Kurt smiled. "Thanks, Tina."

They took a minute or so to compose themselves (a few of the group got a bit teary eyed from the memories). Then the girls continued on their mission; after all, they hadn't really embarrassed Kurt yet. And that was no fun.

"You had some pretty awesome mini-solos when we did Rocky Horror." Tina brought up.

"They did Rocky Horror. Of course." Wes mumbled. He really should have expected them to have done something like that.

"Who did you play, Kurt?" Nick asked.

"Riff Raff." Kurt said.

"Oh? So no fishnets, then?" Jeff asked, pouting slightly.

"Why does everyone ask that?" Kurt said exasperatedly.

"But really," Quinn said, "Kurt was amazingly good at it. He was so… creepy."

"Thanks," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Well, you were supposed to!" She exclaimed. "So that's a compliment! I mean, your voice…"

"It's astounding, time if fleeting

Madness takes it's toll.

But listen closely…"

"Not for very much longer." Quinn piped up with a slight growl in her voice.

"I've got to… keep control!" Kurt finished with a creepy glint in his eyes.

"He was amazing in There's a Light." Rachel said amidst chuckles. "Even with Finn and me, he did amazing."

"In the velvet darkness of the blackest night

Burning bright, there's a guiding star"

Rachel sang quietly, smiling.

Kurt smiled too. "Is that your subtle way of coaxing me to sing my part?" He asked suspiciously.

"You caught me!" She said, throwing her hands up.

And so he did. He reluctantly pulled away from Blaine and stood up. Kurt cleared his throat. It was a bit lower than he usually sang.

"The darkness must go down the river of night's dreaming

Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming

Into my life, into my life!"

Kurt let a breath out, smiling. "Ah, playing Riff Raff was so much fun."

As Kurt sat back into Blaine's arms once more, Blaine whispered, "That was amazing! You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I guess you just don't know me as well as you thought you did." Kurt smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

No, Blaine thought, No I do not. But I can't wait until I do.

"Le Jazz Hot!" Brittany said. "I remember because poor Kurtie had to duet with himself and I felt bad."

Kurt laughed heartily. "Oh, that was so much fun!"

"Le Jazz Hot?" Trent questioned. "I've never heard of it."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Victor Victoria?"

Trent shook his head.

"Julie Andrews? Liza Minnelli?"

He shook his head again.

Kurt stood up (once again) resolutely. "I can't believe you've never heard this song." Kurt muttered to himself. He was going to do this one right, he thought as he dug around his pocket for his phone. Once it was securely on the doc, he quickly scrolled through his many songs until he found it.

A jazzy introduction filled the room. Kurt closed his eyes happily as he began to sing.

'Bout twenty years ago

Way down in New Orleans

A group of fellows found a new kind of music

And they decided to call it… Jazz

Kurt's voice dropped lower on the last word. It came out with a smirk. Blaine just shook his head. He had tried to teach this person, who had just sung the sexiest, most sultry single word in all of mankind, how to be sexy?

No other sound has what this music has

Before they knew it

It was whizzing 'round the world

The world was ready for a blue kind of music

And now they play it

From Steamboat Springs to La Paz

Kurt's voice was just made for jazz. He snapped (as did the girls) to the song, doing a little dance with his shoulders.

Oh baby, won't you play me

Le Jazz Hot, maybe

And don't ever let it end!

I tell you, friend

It's really something to hear

I can't sit still when there's that rhythm near me

Kurt smiled as he danced along to the music. He let his hips and feet move to the beat of the song. He winked at the girls as he stopped to snap along.

Also, baby

Le Jazz Hot may be

What's holding my soul together!

Don't know whether it's morning or night

Only know it's sounding right

Blaine held back a laugh of joy when Kurt hit those higher notes. It really was amazing, the talent this boy possessed. Blaine could listen to him sing forever and never tire.

So come on in and play me

Le Jazz Hot, maybe

'Cause I love my jazz… HOT

Kurt looked right at Blaine as he bit that note out. He smirked when he saw Blaine's eyebrows go up. Kurt danced along with the crescendo of the song.

Before they knew it

It was whizzing 'round the world

The world was ready for a blue kind of music!

And now they play it

From Steamboat Springs to La Paz

Blaine's practiced ear sensed the shift in key. But it didn't seem to matter to Kurt. He just seemed to be having so much fun. Blaine smiled again. His face was starting to hurt.

When you play me

Le Jazz Hot baby

You're holding my soul together!

Don't know whether it's morning or night

Only know it's sounding right

The Warblers were all grateful for Trent's lack of musical knowledge. If it weren't for his cluelessness, then they wouldn't have this show. A show they were all thoroughly enjoying. They noticed, however, that the girls were beginning to act strangely.

They were giggling, nudging each other with looks of anticipation on their faces.

Something was about to happen. Something big.

So come on in and play me

Le Jazz Hot baby

'Cause I love… my jazz hot!

Le Jazz… HOT!

The Warblers eyes widened, their breathing halted. Kurt was just going higher, higher, higher…!

Kurt lifted his arms with the noted letting it ring out when it reached its peak. He took a quick breath before delivering the last line of the song.

Le Jazz Hot

The room stood in a standing ovation. Kurt bowed and pretended to accept roses. "Thank you, thank you all!"

"So, Santana," Kurt said once things had calmed back down, "it seems that your reconnaissance into my past has come up dry."

Santana tried not to let her hesitation show, but who the hell uses the word reconnaissance on a daily basis? "Oh, I'm not done yet, Porcelain." Santana purred. "I have a secret weapon."

"Oh?" Kurt lifted an eyebrow skeptically.

"Let's take a trip down memory lane," Santana proposed with a smug smile on her lips. "to your escapades into the world of a football player!"

Blaine could sense Kurt getting a little worried. He watched as Kurt's other eyebrow joined the first.

"And this football team you had just joined really sucked!" Santana continued, speaking as if she was telling a story to a group of children. Which, in a way, she was.

"So Mr. Shue and Coach Tanaka decided that the best way to get the team to work together was to teach them to dance."

Kurt's mouth dropped open. "Santana don't even go there!" Kurt warned. "You can't break the confidentiality of girl code!"

"You can with the approval of the majority of the others in on the pact." She smiled slyly.

"I've been betrayed?" Kurt asked, looking truly hurt. "How could you?"

"Kurtie, these boys think you aren't sexy." Santana deadpanned. "So why not tell them this?"

"That wasn't sexy!" Kurt exclaimed indignantly, a bright flush creeping up his cheeks. "All this will do is show them how extraordinarily unsexy I am!"

The Warblers shuffled uncomfortably. They had no idea what they were talking about. They wished someone would spill already.

"So," Santana continued with a triumphant smile on her face, "little Kurtie here decided to teach them the song he tried out with…" Santana paused dramatically.

"Single Ladies."*

The uproar that filled the room seemed incessant. Kurt blushed to the tips of his ears, his face buried in his hands. Blaine tried to comfort him, but he was chuckling as well. Kurt pulled away from him, too, giving him his signature 'bitch, please' glare.

Blaine, still chortling, held his hands up in surrender just as the chanting started.

Oh, how Kurt hated chanting.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Okay," Kurt muttered.

The chanting continued.

"Fine!"

Still more chanting.

"If you don't stop right now, I will make sure of it that every Warbler is a countertenor from here on out!"

The room fell into a terrified silence. Jeff scrambled to hide behind Nick as Nick tried to hide behind Jeff. Thad pulled a pillow into his lap and Trent eyed him suspiciously. David clutched onto Mercedes' hand and Wes' jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't!" He whispered.

Kurt lunged to his feet. "Try me."

No more chanting.

In the end, Kurt had concluded that until he embarrassed himself to no end, he would not be left alone. So he set himself to the task.

"I'll do it," Kurt started, only to be interrupted by cheers. "If and only if Tina and Brit do it with me."

The Warblers and remaining ND girls yelled encouragements until the two agreed.

Tina chuckled as she got into formation and Rachel searched for the song. "Remember when we did this the first time in your basement and your dad caught us and you told him we were dating but 'not ready to be exclusive'?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I grabbed your butt." Kurt chuckled awkwardly at the memory.

"When I think of Kurt and Single Ladies, I can only picture him teaching the entire football team." Quinn said through her laughs. "'Comb through the hair and—"

"Slap the butt!" The rest of the girls chorused (much to Kurt's dismay).**

Rachel giggled as she finally found the track. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were ready before pressing play.

"All the Single Ladies! All the Single Ladies!"

The music started and the trio moved into action, moving their hips with their hands held out to the side. Blaine could only stare as Kurt danced almost better than the lady herself. His thoughts derailed quickly as he watched Kurt high kick—he was on the Cheerios, after all—and his eyes trained on those hips.

The next couple seconds passed in flurry of dips, hips and kicks. Then the chorus started.

"If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it!"

Blaine tried so very hard to keep his thoughts from wondering into unsafe territory. Undapper thoughts are unwelcome, Blaine told himself. Yet his eyes never strayed from his masterpiece of a boyfriend.

Blaine nearly choked at the line "Don't be mad when you see that he want it!" and Kurt slapped his butt, the girls doing the same in the background. Blaine couldn't help but notice how… attractive his boyfriend was in… certain areas. Yes. Attractive.

The Warblers hungrily watched the three (ahem, the girls) dance. The ease in which their hips moved (Kurt) astonished them.

They watched as they danced in a line, their fists pumping out in front of them. A smirk started to grow on Kurt's lips. Why hadn't he wanted to do this again?

They then launched into this move that the Warblers couldn't explain in words.*** They then ceased trying to explain it because, Hello! Kurt was moving his hips pretty provocatively.

Kurt continued his dance in a true diva-like fashion with Tina and Brittany dancing swiftly behind him. Blaine saw Kurt wink at him as he mouthed the lines.

"Don't need no permission. Did I mention don't pay him any attention! Now you had your turn, and now you're gonna learn what it really feels like for me to speak!"

Blaine didn't think he had even blinked yet. He didn't want to miss a second of this. How in the world could this boy have made those 'sexy faces' not even a week ago? How the hell had Blaine thought he could teach him anything, seeing as he was a sex god? He still couldn't believe it.

Blaine quickly lost his train of thought as Kurt moved his body in an inhuman way. His body flowed like water, like he had no bones.

And finally, with a satisfied smirk on his face, Kurt launched into the final string of movements. It was a blurred mixture of high knees and confusing arm movements. Blaine didn't think he could replicate it if he tried.

As the last note rang out in the room, they all stood up in applause. Kurt held his pose for a few seconds longer before bursting into laughter himself. There was not a single person in the room who wasn't laughing or smiling. Kurt couldn't remember a time where he was this happy.

Kurt settled once again next to Blaine, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Enjoy the show?" He asked cockily.

"Very much so." Blaine said before resting a hand on his hip and pulling him into a kiss.

Like he'd said before;

Never been happier.

(A/N): First I'd like to apologize for the sheer amount of dialogue and… length in general. Definitely my longest… anything.

The only good thing about this chapter is that I got to do what I do for every song chapter: listen to it on repeat. Namely, Le Jazz Hot. I'll give you one guess as to who was walking around their house absentmindedly singing ALL DAY LONG…

Comments!

*I debated just leaving it here, but I felt that would make the story drag. So you get it all now. XP

**I can't even think of this moment without dying of laughter. Even writing it… let's just say I had a stomachache after writing that part. XD

I didn't really know how to write that part because I didn't really feel like typing out all the lyrics so… I hope it still makes sense. :/

And the lyrics probably aren't right. I'm going by ear, so bear with me.

*** Warblers, read: ME.

That's it, I guess. My first completed fic. Wow.

I just have to thank all of you who have stuck with me from the beginning, and those who have joined along the way and just… all of you. You all are simply amazing and my gratitude is endless. :)

Until next time…

~DFTBA and Best Wishes!