A/N: Hey, guys! Long time, no see! So, as you all know, I basically have my life mostly invested in British television. Mostly. I love Glee, however, with all of my American heart. I wrote this yesterday on my iPod and then promptly crashed on the floor. And in "I Kissed A Girl", when Kurt and Blaine sang "Fuckin' Perfect" together, and they said they sang it on the car, I grinned and cried and wished for a love like that and wrote long run-on sentences with lots of commas. It's almost like they wanted us to write fics for it, because there's no way nobody would write one; they can't get off that easy, no, sir. But, anyways, throughout Blaine and Kurt's relationship, they have shown their love, but last night was particularly strong in my eyes. It showed how much they truly love and need each other. If they break up, I will probably die a little. Not everyone needs to break up, people. There are couples that stay together, and basically every other relationship on this show has screwed up/is screwing up. Blaine and Kurt should just be left alone. Anyways, to make a long story short (my History teacher would tell me it's too late for that, but what does he know about Glee?), and without any further adieu, I give you my first ever Glee fanfic! Enjoy!

Just saying, I do not own Glee or any of it's characters. Yet. I also do not own the song "Fuckin' Perfect". Also, I do not have a beta, so any mistakes are my own.

- Yerrie

Kurt was so frustrated, so angry, that he was driven to the point of embarrassing tears. He didn't want to let his stepbrother Finn or Rachel see the stupid traitorous tears, he only needed Blaine. Blaine, the best thing to happen to his life (yes, that's including the never-ending ways a sweater can be worn), would know how to fix this. He could always fix everything.

And so it was with watery eyes and a red face that Kurt told Finn and Rachel that he needed to find Blaine, left their surprised expressions behind, and rushed out to the parking lot. They had twenty minutes before they had to go to the New Directions meeting, and he really needed to be alone with Blaine for those twenty minutes.

Trying to ignore his blurred vision and wet cheeks, Kurt tugged his key chain out of his bag and fumbled for the car key. Finally finding it, he jammed it into the driver's side lock and unlocked his car, climbing inside hastily. He promptly locked all the doors and slumped down in his seat.

He fished his phone out of his pocket, smiling a little at his background (Blaine asleep in Kurt's bed, one of Kurt's favorite pictures of him, taken the morning after their first time), and pushed number one on his speed dial. As usual, Blaine picked up on the first ring.

"Kurt? I just came to your locker, you're not-" Blaine began, but Kurt cut him off, just wanting to bring him (Blaine) to him (Kurt) as soon as possible.

"I know I'm not. Can you come to my car? Just for a little bit before glee?" Kurt's voice was small, as it usually was when he was upset, and there was a moment of silence on the other end before Kurt heard Blaine loudly scribbling something and a locker slamming shut. "What was that?"

"Just a reminder for later. I'll be right there, honey, don't worry. Are you still parked in the same spot as this morning?" Blaine asked. Kurt could tell from the way his breathing changed that he was hurrying. He wondered briefly if he was weird for knowing how his boyfriend breathes, but decided he wasn't.

"Yeah. I'll see you soon. I love you." Kurt said softly. Blaine's breathing changed slightly again; he was speeding up. Kurt smiled a little.

"I love you, Kurt. I'm almost there." There was a click as Blaine hung up the phone, and Kurt didn't even have time to put his phone away before Blaine was tapping at the window of the locked passenger door. Kurt reached over, pulled the knob up, unlocking it for him, and pushed the door open slightly. Blaine climbed in, locking the door again as soon as he was in.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, taking in his boyfriend's tearful face. Kurt sobbed once and buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, stretched uncomfortably over the console. Blaine maneuvered him into the backseat, sitting cross-legged on the left while Kurt sprawled across the rest of the back, clinging to his lover.

"I told you I wanted to stuff the ballot boxes, maybe, but we talked about it and I decided not to, and I stuck to the decision, it was the right thing to do, I only voted once, but someone else stuffed the ballot boxes and they think it was me and I could get suspended and not sing at Regionals and not get into NYADA and I already lost at everything else but I didn't do this and they're saying it was me-" Kurt told the whole story in a rush through his tears, but when he started having difficultly speaking through the sobs, Blaine understandingly shushed him and hugged him close.

Kurt felt like if anyone else saw this, if anyone else were with him, he'd be extremely embarrassed. These were tears of frustration and anger and injustice and loss and pent-up stress, but they'd seem irrational to other people. To Blaine, though, everything made sense. Blaine just understood.

"Shh, Kurt, it's okay. Just let it out." Blaine rubbed his back while murmuring things softly into his hair. Every now and then, he'd press a kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head, and Kurt's crying would slow down a little bit. Eventually, it was just hiccups. Blaine sat him up a little bit.

"Do you want me to tell the story normally?" Kurt asked quietly a few moments after he had calmed down, looking up at Blaine's face from where his head was resting on Blaine's shoulder.

His lover shook his head. "No, I heard everything you said before." Just another reason Kurt loves him. "Kurt, sweetie, if you didn't do it, you didn't do it. They won't have any evidence, because you didn't do it, so they won't be able to do anything."

Though Kurt was sure they'd be able to pin it on him without "evidence" (high school is not famous for it's fair trials), the complete confidence and reassurance in what Blaine said and the way he said it made him feel a whole lot better. He smiled and closed his eyes, pushing a little closer into his boyfriend.

Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, leaving his lips there for a moment before pulling away to rest his own forehead against it. Nobody else ever got to touch Kurt's face or skin, because he feared they would mess it up, except for Blaine. Blaine was the exception; he even seemed to make Kurt's skin shine brighter, as though illuminated from the inside.

"Do you want to go for a drive before practice? I'll drive." Blaine offered. Kurt opened his eyes, finding Blaine still leaning there against him, eyes searching him as though memorizing his face. He smiled at Blaine and his ability to make Kurt feel wonderful.

"I'd love that." Kurt climbed carefully into the passenger seat, handing over the car keys to Blaine as his boyfriend joined him up front. Blaine buckled himself in (Kurt rolled his eyes, but put his own seatbelt on, as well), and started up the familiar car.

As they left the parking lot and drove aimlessly through random streets in Lima, Blaine would steal glances at Kurt, who always seemed to be looking out the window at the passing trees with their changing leaves. Kurt, however, was just watching Blaine and turning away every time Blaine tried to catch him.

Blaine started humming after only a couple of minutes. Kurt caught the tune, identifying it easily and smiling. He turned back to look at Blaine, letting his lover catch him looking this time.

"Really?" he laughed. Blaine grinned at him before turning back to the road.

"Really. It'll make you feel better. Plus, it's true, and I think you need to hear it." Blaine started humming again. Kurt laughed once more.

"Alright, alright." Kurt scooted closer to the console, leaning his head on Blaine's arm gently so as to not disturb his driving. "Made a wrong turn once or twice, dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life."

Blaine kept humming, adding a sweet melody to the words Kurt sang. Kurt almost wanted to stop because he thought he felt ridiculous, but he didn't really feel ridiculous. He just felt better.

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, Miss "No way, it's all good". It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. Look, I'm still around." Kurt paused then because Blaine's humming became a little erratic; he looked up to find a few tears streaking down his boyfriend's face. "Blaine?"

"Hearing you sing that part always gets me." Blaine told him, his voice almost a whisper. It cracked a couple of times while he spoke. "You're so strong. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't still around."

Kurt didn't know what to say, so he pushed himself up and kissed Blaine's cheek lightly. Blaine laughed, a strange mix between a laugh and a sob, and gave Kurt a quick kiss back.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect." They sang together, alone in a car, feeling every ounce of meaning in every word. "Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

They had sung this song so many times together, or to each other, that they knew how to do it perfectly. Kurt would sing first, and then Blaine would echo him.

"You're so mean,"

"You're so mean,"

"When you talk,"

"When you talk,"

"About yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices,"

"Change the voices,"

"In your head,"

"In your head,"

"Make them like you instead."

As wonderful as that sounded, both of them preferred singing together. "So complicated; look how big you'll make it. Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game. It's enough, I've done all I could think of, chased down all my demons. I've seen you do the same."

Kurt stopped for a breath, but Blaine continued, vocalizing the "Ohhhh ohhhhhh." Kurt joined back in, and they sang together once more. "Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect."

Blaine sang the "rap" section mostly solo, because Kurt had conceded one day that he should not be allowed to rap. Instead, he just sang the ends of each line softly as Blaine sang out the rap. "The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear. The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in line, and we try, try, try, but-"

Kurt decided to join in for this line, really feeling it hard. "We try too hard, and it's a waste of my time." After that one, he returned to his quiet background singing as each of Blaine's lines ended.

"Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere. They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time. Why do we do that?" Kurt stopped, but Blaine kept going, singing alone, "Why do I do that?"

Kurt paused and spoke instead of singing. "Why do I do that?"

Blaine shrugged. "Beats me, you're perfect just the way you are."

"That's not in the song." Kurt pointed out, tipping his head up slightly to look at Blaine, who just kept his eyes on the road and smiled.

"Would've been if she'd known you." was Blaine's response before he started singing again. "Yeah! Ohh ohhhh ohhhhhh."

Kurt chimed in, singing "I'm pretty, pretty, pretty." Blaine started singing while he did, singing "Pretty, pretty please," but Kurt joined in quickly. "Don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

"Yeah, you're perfect." Blaine's voice dropped as he sang this line alone. Kurt pushed himself a bit closer for his solo line.

"You're perfect to me." Kurt sang around the lump growing in his throat. Blaine seemed to have the same problem as he sang alone again.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel," Blaine sang; Kurt could tell he was close to tears, so he finished the song with him.

"Like you're nothing. You are perfect to me." They finished together. Blaine had tears streaming steadily down his face, they acted as a catalyst for Kurt's tears, which started falling again, except they remained silent this time.

"You are perfect to me, Blaine." Kurt said quietly after a moment. His tears were soaking into Blaine's shirt, but he knew his boyfriend wouldn't mind. Blaine just nodded.

"You don't know how true that song is." Blaine's voice was a whisper now as he drove, the love of his life beside him. "I'm going to sing that to you when I ask you to marry me."

Kurt was caught off guard with that one; they always talked about going away to college together, going to New York and living together, and it was always assumed by both that they'd eventually get married. This was the first time one of them vocalized any kind of marriage idea. Kurt just turned his face and smiled into Blaine's sleeve.

"I would like that very much." Kurt told him, his words slightly muffled by Blaine's arm. The car stopped then, and Kurt looked up to discover that they had returned to the school.

"Time's up." Blaine sounded sad. Kurt understood exactly how he was feeling.

"Our time is never up." Kurt unbuckled himself so he could climb much closer to Blaine and give him what Kurt definitely believed to be one of the best kisses of their life.

"You are definitely right, Mr. Hummel." Blaine agreed into Kurt's mouth, kissing him back with equal strength and exceeding passion. Kurt, not one to be outdone, pushed himself closer, but Blaine pried him away.

"Tonight." Blaine told him after they'd caught their breath and Kurt was pouting. "I promise."

"I'm holding you to that promise." Kurt threatened, turning to the door, unlocking it and climbing out of the car. Blaine did the same while also turning the car off and locking it once they were both out.

Kurt and Blaine walked hand-in-hand back into the school building, heading for the choir room. Once they reached the doorway, Kurt made to enter first, but Blaine stopped him. With their friends and fellow glee clubbers watching, Blaine swept Kurt into his arms and carried him over the choir room's threshold. Finn rolled his eyes, but everyone else laughed, a couple people clapping.

Kurt blushed, uncharacteristically shy, as Blaine put him down. Blaine, laughing, gave his boyfriend a quick kiss as they went to sit down. As he sat, Kurt remembered why he had been upset; though there was still a knot of worry in the pit of his stomach, he felt much better now.

Without even turning, Kurt reached back and over to grab into Blaine's hand.

The next day, Kurt opened his locker to discover a piece of paper fluttering out of it. Upon unfolding the paper, he discovered it to be completely covered in Blaine's handwriting (clearly rushed though it was); the heading read "You're Perfect Because Of...", beneath reading things like "your eyes," "how your skin feels on mine," "how your face lights up when you see me," and so on.

Suddenly, the author in question was leaning against the neighboring locker. "There's way more where that came from."

"I love you, Blaine." Kurt stretched up and gave his boyfriend a kiss. Blaine returned it, humming a familiar tune happily in the back of this throat.

You'll have to let me know what you thought of it! Maybe I could make a series or something. :) Let me know!

- Yerrie