"You're My Best Friend"

He was being shaken, gently. Kurt groaned and rubbed at his face. Another tug on his shirt and he blinked slowly, peacefully.

I don't want to wake up, Kurt thought. There was something I was trying to forget.

"C'mon sleepy," Blaine whispered in his ear. All the hairs on Kurt's neck stood up.

As Kurt's vision cleared, he realized that Blaine was awake and looming over him, smiling. His hair was curled in every direction. That's supposed to look unattractive, Kurt thought, but the disheveled appearance just filled him with affection. And then he remembered; last night was Prom, and Blaine and he weren't exactly on great terms.

Kurt reluctantly crawled to a sitting position. Blaine clasped his hand and they snuck outside. It was morning, but dark still. The first rays of pink sunrise were still hesitating at the horizon.

Blaine was rummaging in the trunk of his car. Kurt stood awkwardly, rubbing at his arms. He wasn't exactly surprised when Blaine pulled his guitar out, but he was a little nervous. Blaine alternated between plucking idly on the strings and staring at Kurt's eyes.

"Blaine?"

"I… have something to say- sing to you." Blaine's words were strained. He gave up trying to look at Kurt and just stared at his own hands on the strings.

Right. About how he didn't like Kurt the way Kurt liked him.

"It's okay," Kurt blurted out. "We could just pretend we talked about this... " he lost his words, drowning in his own fear, as Blaine raised a hand to silence him.

"I asked Mr. Schuester for advice, and he encouraged me to do this for you. So listen to the lyrics. I really mean them."

And then Blaine was playing the guitar, strong and sweet, the chords strumming a place deep into Kurt's heart, and he could say no more.

http:/www. Youtube .com /watch?v=HaZpZQG2z10

"Ooh, you make me live," Blaine said.

Whatever this world can give to me

It wasn't the song Kurt was expecting.

"It's you, you're all I see," Blaine said.

Ooh you make me live now honey
Ooh you make me live

His voice cracked a little, and he coughed nervously. When he looked at Kurt, he nodded for Blaine to continue.

"Oh you're the best friend, that I ever had," Blaine said.

Mine too, Kurt thought. Kurt wanted to be friends with Blaine from the moment they met, and it had come so easily.

I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine

Blood was beginning to flood Kurt's cheeks

"And I want you to know that my feelings are true," Blaine said.

Kurt thought he already knew everything about Blaine. But there was one subject they hadn't quite discussed.

Until now.

"I really love you," Blaine said.

Oh. Wow.

Oh, you're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
Ooh, I've been wandering round
But I still come back to you

Blaine's eyes were locked onto his and Kurt almost stopped breathing. Because Blaine was looking at him with love in his eyes. He really was.

In rain or shine

"You've stood by me, Kurt," Blaine said.

I'm happy at home
You're my best friend

All those moments of companionship, of belonging. Laughing together. Understanding each other.

Ooh, you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you to help me forgive

Blaine never judged Kurt for being honest. For being a diva, for being sensitive.

Ooh, you make me live now honey
Ooh, you make me live

Even when he was petty or superficial, Blaine simply accepted him the way he was.

Oh, you're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely

They could go to each other no matter what. They had faced violence, prejudice, and pain together and come out stronger for it.

You're my only one
And I love the thing

Blaine's hands slipped on the chords, faltering slightly. But his voice grew much more powerful:

I really love the things that you do
Oh,you're my best friend

Kurt realized his hands were trembling. He felt like he couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but experience this.

Ooh, you make me live
I'm happy at home

Blaine stopped playing all together, just stared directly into Kurt's eyes and sang.

You're my best friend
Oh, oh, you're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live

To him. For him. About him.

"You. You're my best friend," Blaine finished, playing one last chord and the air rang with silence.

When it was done, even the sky and the trees had changed. The sun was finally rising, lighting the trees and the cars and the houses with a gorgeous pastel glow. He walked slowly to Blaine as the other boy set his guitar against the car. Neither lost eye contact.

Kurt's mouth was dry. He was having trouble speaking.

"I know…" Blaine said. "I'm not really your type. And I will never push this on you. You've had enough of that this year."

"You are most certainly my type," Kurt stammered. "I'm stone cold crazy for you, Blaine. Absolutely madly in love with you."

It was Blaine's turn to blush a little. "But you didn't respond to the violin video," he said weakly. "And you were all flustered with Sam last night... I thought maybe you could love me, a few times. But I want to be your safe place too. How could I take that from you by admitting my feelings?"

Blaine sighed and sunk against the car. "Then I just thought, I can't keep living as friends without at least taking a chance."

Kurt took a chance.

Blaine's mouth tasted like electricity. Like getting zapped by a taser. But it felt like... success. Safety. Home. As their lips brushed and pressed together, over and over, Kurt imagined he could hear a full orchestra accompanying them.

Each touch of their flesh was a new sting of sensation. Kurt gingerly ran his thumbs along Blaine's rough jawline and placed the rest of his fingers in his hair. He was completely aware of Blaine's hands, one on his neck, rubbing gently, and the other on his lower back, pulling him in as close as possible. His brain gave up trying to describe what he was feeling. Finally, Kurt thought over and over. Finally. Finally.

It was now the most epic twenty-four hours of Kurt's life.

He was reluctant to pull away, but he wanted to look at Blaine too. Their arms just couldn't let go of each other. They compromised by touching foreheads, and Kurt thought he was probably wearing the same relieved grin that worked its way across Blaine's mouth.

Then there were voices and catcalls. He looked up to see Puck swaggering over to them; behind him, many gleeful faces could be seen pressed against the living room window.

"Good morning, King and Queen!" Puck drawled. "What do they call this in Chess? There's some sexy name for it right?"

"Checkmate?" Kurt said incredulously.

"Right on." Puck held out both his fists and waited to be bumped. Both of the boys had to laugh and reciprocate before they died of shame.

A few minutes later, they were all back in the Hummel kitchen enjoyed an extensive breakfast by Carole.

Blaine sighed. "I feel so much relief. The past few months have been absolutely terrifying, and yet, exhilarating. We really did it."

"We did it," Kurt agreed. Actually, there were a lot of things they hadn't done yet, but he would be discussing them in private with Blaine later. "Now what?"

"Regionals," Rachel hissed. "Vocal Adrenaline."

"Ha! After what we've already been through? They can sing any kind of rhapsody they like." After checking to make sure Burt was out of sight, Blaine pulled Kurt into his lap; they fit together like puzzle pieces. "What say you, my Queen?"

Kurt looked at his friends. In New Directions, everybody had drama, trouble, and chaos. But they were still a family. They could still come together when it counted. He felt proud of what they had accomplished, and more importantly, now he knew what he could accomplish.

He could be a Queen.

"I say, don't stop us now," Kurt said, leaning back into Blaine's embrace.

They laughed and the conversation continued, everyone talking over each other and gesturing wildy as they planned their next move.

Outside, perched on the telephone wire, a yellow bird was watching. The tips of his feathers were still pink. He lingered, taking in the sight of a laughing boy through the window pane, before taking off into the horizon.

The End!

Thanks for reading! When I started this fic, I mostly just wanted to see how the upcoming episodes would play out in my ideal world. I didn't spend a lot of time editing each chapter because I was afraid I'd never post it otherwise. At this point, so much of upcoming episodes is known that perhaps the whole fic is meaningless now. But it was still important to me.

Because of the positive support, I think I will continue writing. I have another crazy idea that I started on, and I'd like to write something a bit more intimate now that Kurt and Blaine have finally gotten together in this universe. So if you enjoyed reading this, I hope you enjoy those stories as well when they become available.

Unless of course, after February 8th it turns out Blaine is an evil mastermind and our whole fandom collapses. But that won't happen. Right? :)