Author's Note: You know that person who writes this story and said she was gonna try and not leave you guys hanging? HAHAHA yeah she's stupid and on her last semester of college so nothing she says is reliable. Just know that this story will never be abandoned and I'll give you guys chapters when I can.

I hope you lovelies are well and...enjoy this chapter?

Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.

*WARNING* for some swearing, and intense homophobic slurs.

~C.

(Chapter 42)

The arrival at prom had been everything Kurt had imagined it would be. The 59' Chevy Blaine's dad had let them borrow for the night was absolutely beautiful. A remodeled car with a light blue finish on the bottom half and a dark midnight color on the top half of the car. The shine and chrome details sparkled as Blaine drove them towards Lima. Kurt didn't even care that the car's top was down the entire way they drove, just tilted his head back and let the rushing air billow over his face. Heads turned when the classic car pulled into the McKinley parking lot, Kurt barely able to conceal his smug smirk as he witnessed the arriving students gawk his and Blaine's way.

Kurt Hummel has arrived everyone.

Be jelly.

Blaine quickly shut off the engine and rushed over to his date's side, taking deep even breaths as he actively blocked out the staring onlookers. "Mr. Hummel, we have arrived at your destination." He opened the car door and took a bow, thoroughly enjoying the pleased giggle Kurt emitted from his action.

"Why thank you, Mr. Anderson." Kurt grinned form ear to ear, smoothing out his kilt once he was out of the car. "But oh no, it seems that I have no one to escort me inside. What ever shall I do?" He gave a cheeky smile, pointedly raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow towards his date.

"Well now, that just won't do. Someone as stunning as you should never escort themselves." He stood up straighter, head held high, and offered his elbow. "May I be so bold as to offer my services for the night?"

Complete goober.

Kurt rolled his eyes, weaving his arm through Blaine's as they proceeded to head inside the school. "But of course. However, before our grand entrance can be made, we are stopping off in the little men's room. I can already tell my hair is fluttering everywhere."

"I think it looks cute."

"Aww honey, I think you look cute too."

"…but we're still heading to the restroom, aren't we?"

Cute and smart.

When they actually stepped into the gymnasium, Kurt and Blaine had ceased looping their arms together. Kurt would like to kid himself, imagine that people were looking his way because of how envious they were of him, instead he knew it was because of how appalled they were to see him so brazenly stepping foot into their prom. With a date. A date of the very same sex type of date. It was enough to give Kurt some second thoughts about his choice, his decision to throw caution to wind and pretend that his life was indeed as careless as theirs. Then he heard Blaine laugh next to him, his boyfriend lighting up when he saw The New Directions performing that terrible Rebecca Black song. His carefree demeanor made Kurt smile too, reminding him that, yes, this was an evening of possibilities. A night of fun.

If he can let go, even if it's just for tonight, then so can I.

"I LOVE this song!"

You would.

"Dance with me!" Blaine started jumping up and down, circling around his boyfriend excitedly to get him pumped for the prom as well.

He was laughing, genuinely laughing as Blaine poked and prodded his sides. Kurt batted Blaine's hands away, slowly but surely mirroring the energetic mood of the room. His hips started swaying and his hands began clapping to the beat, his boyfriend still overzealous as he began fist pumping with the rest of the room. "Bet you're glad you came now, huh?"

Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt, "Couldn't leave you to shimmy all night on your own." He winked, and then did a mock-impersonation of Kurt doing his signature shoulder shimmy.

Ass.

"Just don't go jumping off the stage or any other elevated platform." Kurt warned, purposefully dancing around his boyfriend to whisper in his ear. "Wouldn't want a repeat of your injury, now do we?" He purred, "Then I'd have to massage you in front of everybody."

The Warbler swallowed thickly, stopping short of his mid-fist pump as he began to feel hot under his fitted suit. "Why—what?"

As if I didn't know the effect it was having on you.

Kurt just smiled cheekily, holding his hand out to his boyfriend when he didn't immediately snap out of his flushed daze. "May I have this dance?"

Blaine froze, staring down at the hand presented to him. He looked up at Kurt hesitantly, and then tried to ever so subtly glance at the prom nighters around them. As much as he wanted to just grab Kurt around the waist, twirl them both around in a grand display, should he really push their luck? Especially after the noticeable arrival they made with his father's ostentatious car?

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, slowly lowering his hand when Blaine didn't reciprocate. He tilted his head at his boyfriend's odd behavior, "Are you all right?" His blue eyes glanced around just as Blaine's did, only noticing the people that were having a good time.

Did I push him too far?

Have I messed up already?

The Warbler had noticed a few at the tables were staring at them with judgmental looks, but he didn't have the heart to point them out to Kurt on his big night, not when it seemed like his boyfriend had such a positive outlook for the evening.

Ignore them.

IGNORE THEM.

"Yeah," Blaine finally recovered, "I—"

"Kurt! There you are!" Mercedes grabbed onto her friend's arm. "What took you guys so long to get here?! I have been looking for you forever!"

Momentarily, Kurt's attention was redirected to Mercedes. Blaine couldn't decide if he was relieved or not. "Sorry, the sushi place Blaine took us to was on the border of Westerville. We weren't down the street at Breadstix like you all."

"My bad Mercedes," Blaine apologized, moving in and putting a hand on Kurt's back. "I'd been promising to take Kurt there, and I thought tonight would've been the prefect night to try it."

Mercedes waved her hands in front of them, effectively shutting them up. Rude. "Yada, yada, rainbows, and little pink purses. I don't care."

Excuse?

"Give me the romantic deets later. Right now, we have a problem. Come with me." She dragged her friend out of the gym by his elbow.

"But…But wait, Blaine and I—"

Kurt made an exasperated sound, barely able to look over his shoulder towards his date before he had to jog to keep up with Mercedes. The woman was on a mission. Blaine frowned as he stared in the direction Kurt was whisked off to, feeling frustrated that he wasn't able to quell the blue eyed boy's concern for him.

Dammit.

"Rachel is raging in the choir room, I can't calm her down, and its almost time for her to go on." Mercedes explained as Kurt nearly tripped trying to keep up with her. "Jessie's no help, but luckily Sam is keeping him busy with his surprisingly extensive knowledge of Bruce Springsteen fashion trends."

"What?"

"I have no idea."

Mercedes pushed open the door, and there was Rachel pacing back and forth in her discount gown. She looked upset, and angry, and at this point Kurt was really worried she might ruin her makeup. "I can't believe he'd do this to me. Why would he DO this to me?"

And it's about a guy. Surprise, surprise.

"Did Jessie do something?" Kurt guessed. "Honestly though, after the egg incident, how could you expect anything better from him?"

"YOUR BROTHER SUCKS, KURT!"

Oh, this is about Finn.

Nope, still not surprised.

Kurt sighs, "Weren't you two on good terms a week ago? Ya know, when you both decided that I was apparently cheating?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was saving Blaine from possible agonizingly crippling pain." She huffed at him, " So don't you go getting all high and mighty with me. You're just as bad as Finn!"

Hold up.

"Excuse me? What exactly did I do?"

"You lied to me. You're both liars. Did you and Finn think I was stupid? That I would never find out?" Rachel asked incredulously, whipping her head away from him to pace back and forth once again.

The paler boy closed his eyes and shook his head. "What is she going on about?" He asked Mercedes.

The woman shrugged, "Beats me. You're more fluent in Berry-Freak-Out speak than I am." She adjusted her shawl. "Look, I've tried talking to her, but nothing I say works. Girl has to be on in a few minutes, and I'm done. Tag, you're it, I'm out." Mercedes slapped his hand and she was strutting out the door.

She so did not just do that.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

"To wait for my turn to perform. It's the only time anyone is going to pay any attention to me tonight anyway." She pushed open the choir room door, "Plus she's miffed at you, not me."

"This is really not what I wanted to deal with tonight."

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Then I guess you shouldn't have told her she made out with Blaine instead of the guy she really made out with." Then she was gone.

Uh oh.

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, he felt like ripping his hair out. But that wouldn't do any good and he did spend a lot of time making sure it was perfect for tonight. Damn. He sighed in defeat, walking over to where Rachel was pointedly facing away from him. "Rachel, let me explain."

"I don't care why you did it."

That's new.

"It's just…why is he still here with her? Why did he bring her to prom when he kissed me?" Rachel hunched in on herself a bit.

"You knew they were coming together. They've been campaigning for weeks."

Suddenly she whirled on him, "Is it because she's prettier than me? Is she a better girlfriend than me?"

Sweet Grilled Cheesus, and here I thought she was beginning to not act like an obsessed crazy person whenever Quinn Fabray is mentioned.

"Rachel, I don't pretend to understand what goes on inside my brother's head."

"But he knew it was me, right? He wanted to kiss me. He FELT something."

Her friend gave her a sympathetic look, "I think so."

"Then why would he—?" The petite woman gestured vaguely towards where the gym was, where the prom was being held.

Because he still cares about Quinn.

"That's something you're gonna have to ask him if you want a straight answer," he put a hand on her shoulder, awkwardly patting it in an attempt to comfort her. "But Rachel, you really don't have time to do that tonight. You're here with Jessie, Quinn is parading around with Finn in hopes of becoming prom royalty, and you have less than two minutes before you have to go on stage."

Rachel glared at him, "I am in the midst of an emotional breakdown. The devastation that has consumed me, it is beyond anything I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Great. Use that in your performance. Make it more authentic."

"How dare you." She shook her head at him, and then stormed out of the choir room." As my friend, I expected more from you."

You have got to be kidding me.

"You're joking." Kurt gave her a dubious look. "What happened to the show must go on?!"

She reached the door that led to Mr. Shue's connecting office, "Oh I'm sure it will." Rachel opened it and stepped inside. "Just not with me." Then the door slammed in Kurt's face.

Why is his office even open?

When Kurt tried the doorknob, it was locked. "Rachel." He knocked on the door. "Rachel, I know you can hear me." Again, he banged on door. "Berry, you can't be serious." Kurt stepped to the side and knocked on the glass. "You realize I can see you, right?" She was sitting primly in Mr. Shue's chair, pretending not to notice Kurt on the other side. The girl even turned her back to him. "Rachel Barbara Berry!"

"I'd ask if everything was okay," Blaine interjected, slipping into the choir room hesitantly. "But from the looks of things, I'd wager that it's not."

What was your first clue?

"She's freaking out over something that happened months ago." He let out a frustrated sound.

"Oh." He furrowed his brows, "its because of Finn, isn't it?"

Blue eyes looked over at Blaine, one of his eyebrows quirking up. "Perhaps…not like we know which reason she's choosing to be pissed at him right now. Finn regularly shoves his foot in his mouth on a daily basis."

"Well, the thing is…" The curly haired teen began as he walked forward, staring down at the floor the entire way.

Oh no.

"Blaine…"

The dapper young lad chuckled awkwardly, "You see, after that whole cheating with Sam debacle—"

"I told you it was a misunderstanding!"

"Which I get." Blaine held up his hands in a placating manner, "But after that whole mix-up she cornered at the Lima Bean—which I have no idea how she knew I was there—and she apologized to me. Like legitimately apologized."

And that somehow led you to spilling the beans because…?

"I wasn't going to accept her apology at first, but then she bought me coffee, we got to talking, and I guess it just came out."

"Really, Blaine? The whole reason I made up that lie was to cover for Finn because he's a stupid boy who doesn't know how to find his way to the bathroom and kisses people at inappropriate times."

"Whoa, hey. Isn't that what happened to us?"

Not the time.

He groaned, "You know that's not what I meant."

The hazel-eyed boy stared at him for a minute, quirking his lips to the side as he thought. Then he waved his hand in front him, as if trying to swat away the conversation. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's not like anyone told me she didn't know. For the longest time I thought it was just you all hiding it from me for some reason."

"It was nothing like that."

At least not initially.

"I KNOW." He stressed, about to run his hand through his hair before he remembered the extra gel in it for the night. "It doesn't matter anymore. We're passed that." Blaine took a calming breath before he went on. "What I came back here to ask was if there was anything I can do to help."

Kurt snorted, "Not unless you know how to pick a lock." He thumped his boot against the locked door in emphasis, not risking scuffing his boots with a harder kick.

Blaine shook his head, "Nope. Dalton tends to frown on illegal activities and/or hobbies."

You're such a noob.

He started to laugh. The blue eyed boy finally turning around fully to lean against the glass and cross his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry if I abandoned you out there, and for getting worked up. It's not like she wasn't going to find out eventually."

His boyfriend shrugged, "It's all right, I figured something was up. What with Mercedes returning to the table without you and all."

Kurt smirked, "Worried about me, honey?"

The Warbler scrunched up his nose, "Pfft, no."

Uhuh.

"Well, maybe a lil'." He mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the choir room floor.

Adorable.

He reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, "Come on, we've got to go back and tell someone that Rachel is refusing to go on right now. Maybe we can ask Puck and Artie to do another shitty remix or something. Oh! Or how do you feel about performing your number early?" Kurt started tugging Blaine towards the hallway door.

"Um…well, yeah sure. If you guys are really in a fix…" The Warbler trailed off, then, "o-or, and this is just a thought, or you could just perform something."

Kurt stopped in his tracks, "W-What? Don't be silly."

"What's silly about it?"

Everything!

"Um…uh…well for one thing, I haven't even rehearsed."

Blaine just raised a triangular eyebrow, amused. "Are you telling me my boyfriend, Kurt E. Hummel, New Directions countertenor extraordinaire, does not have a single go-to song in his back pocket at all times?"

Don't be cute.

He huffed, "You know very well walking around the choir room without at least one song up your sleeve is the quickest way to ensuring you forever sway in the background."

"So what's the problem then?" Blaine smiled up at him knowingly, his too long eyelashes purposefully and slowly batting his way.

The blue-eyed boy blushed, averting his gaze and glancing down at their hands clasped together. "I guess I do have ONE song in my arsenal." Kurt mumbled softly. Not that he thought he was going to have to give a performance in front of more persons than just Blaine tonight.

Didn't think I was going to sing it until we were ALONE. But, well…why not?

"Great!" This time it was Blaine who tugged on Kurt's hand. "To the stage!"

This is the night where anything can happen.

People for the most part had cleared from the dance floor, munching on snacks and chatting with their peers either at the tables or scattered around the gymnasium. Kurt wrung his hands nervously in the wings, looking over at his boyfriend next to him for reassurance. Blaine rubbed a comforting hand down Kurt's back, pushing up on his tiptoes to give his cheek an encouraging peck. "You'll do great. I'll be right here watching the whole time."

Okay.

Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms around Blaine for a quick hug before he walked out onto the stage. The band members looked over at him curiously, not remembering his name on the list of performers for tonight. Blaine watched as the older boy talked quietly with one of the band members, the guitarist looking confused for a moment before he whispered something back to Kurt.

The Warbler looked over to where the prom goers were situated in the open gym, some of them having noticed the small commotion on stage, and others ignoring it completely. He glanced at the Glee Club members sitting and standing around with each other, smiling to himself when he saw how all of them quieted their conversations in order to better assess what Kurt was doing.

Blaine heard the band suddenly start up, and he looked back at Kurt just in time to see the blue-eyed boy ready himself for what he was about to do. The placing of his hands on the mic stand, and one last relaxing breath.

Love is a many splendored thing

The hazel-eyed boy's breath caught, never before having heard his boyfriend sing in such a spine-tingling low register.

It's the April rose

That only grows in the early spring

Blaine glanced over to the empty dance floor, feeling pleasantly surprised when he saw most of the Glee kids—as well as some other random couples—already slow dancing to Kurt's solo.

Love is nature's way of giving

A reason to be living

The golden crown that makes a man a king

There was a steady trickle of people migrating to the dance floor, eager for a chance to slow dance with their date once they saw others take the initiative of being the first onto the floor.

Once on a high and windy hill

In the morning mist

Two lovers kissed

And the world stood still

The crowd wasn't as big as it had previously been, but Kurt was glad for the ones who swayed to his performance anyway. He nearly slipped up on a lyric when he noticed Mercedes slow dancing with Sam, but that was something to ask her about later.

Then your fingers touched

My silent heart and taught it how to sing

Blaine blushed when Kurt looked over at him during that particular phrase, the paler boy placing a hand over his heart and smiling at the boy he loved. That line was true for them in more ways than one.

Yes, true love's

A many splendored thing

"I didn't think he'd actually do it."

Blaine yelped as quietly as he could remember to do it, thankful that the instrumental had began and his terrified sounds of surprise would hopefully be muffled. "Rachel, what are you doing here?!" He whispered at her harshly.

"Enjoying the performance, of course." She smiled, glancing over at Kurt and peeking out to see the other prom people cuddling up on the dance floor while her friend sang. "He's great, isn't he?"

The Dalton boy glanced back where his boyfriend was performing, his face softening when he saw the bright ecstatic expression Kurt wore. His pale features lit up under the gymnasium lighting, the column of his neck held high and firm when he passionately formed the words. "Amazingly breathtaking actually, and that's putting it lightly."

Once on a high and windy hill

In the morning mist

Two lovers kissed

And the world stood still

"Thanks again for doing this. I know how much you like performing, so it means a lot that you'd give up your slot for Kurt—"

Rachel grinned, "Hey, I had to try and make it up to him somehow. I figured this is as good a way as any to start."

Then your fingers touched

My silent heart and taught it how to sing

"Besides, we both know I'll still be performing. Your number will just be pushed back to make time for me."

Blaine rolled his eyes good-naturedly, the smile never leaving his eyes. "Whatever you say, Rachel."

Yes, true love's

A many splendored thing

Kurt's leveled palms rose up in time with his belted out ending note, palms stopping their ascension once his song was completed. There was a beat of silence, Kurt looking over the crowd instead of directly at them for fear of what he might find. Then there was an enthusiastic shout, accompanied by the beginnings of clapping coming from the wings. He broke his fixed gaze then, looking over and finding his boyfriend clapping for him excitedly. Unexpectantly, Rachel was there too, smiling smugly and joining Blaine in his overzealous clapping.

Didn't see that coming.

He had to blink when more claps sounded throughout the gym, if Kurt didn't know any better, he would have labeled the sound as applause. The paler boy felt his lips pull up into a smile, grinning at the audience in front of him. Like any decent performer would do, he bowed and curtsied, graciously soaking up the ovation.

Maybe Berry does have a point about the whole 'I'm like Tinkerbelle' thing.

Blaine was going hardcore during his number, twisting, jumping, and dear God how has that boy not fallen yet? Kurt couldn't stop from giggling as he watching his boyfriend give the concert of his life up there, wishing that someday he'd have the courage to throw himself so completely into a performance, even if it makes him look like a complete and utter goofball. He clapped along with the beat, strutting a little move here and there as he danced with himself. The ex-Warbler didn't mind it all that much, more than satisfied and entertained by the dapper young lad acting like a charming fool up there.

Best. Prom. Ever.

Kurt was so enamored by his boyfriend on stage—and mildly distracted by the weird altercation occurring between Finn and Jessie—that he didn't notice the sneers or the disgusted glares aimed his way by some of the less than accepting prom participants. They were situated closer to the entrance of the gym, congregated around on the tables hidden in the shadow of some grand balloon monstrosity.

"God, can you believe they're forcing us to listen to ANOTHER one of those homos sing about they're disgusting lifestyle?"

"What do you expect when Figgins hires the Queerections to perform at the prom?"

"Shit makes me sick."

"What is that one even wearing?"

"The fag showed in a flippin' skirt. A goddamn schoolgirl skirt."

"It's so fucking indecent."

"He might as well of worn a dress."

"Wouldn't surprise me. I bet his boy toy gets off on it."

"Couple of sick fucks if you ask me."

"Hey, I say if that one wants to prance around like Queen of the Fairies, we should make it official."

A/N: That song was 'Love is a Many-Splendored Thing' by Frank Sinatra. And yeah...you guys can guess what's next. Don't hate me! Review please?