Author's Notes: Thank you guys for reading! This was my attempt at third person POV, describing artistic movement and strength in a juxtaposing way that illustrated what was going on, and showing a little bit of sexual tension and emotional development with a word count limit. I hope you enjoyed the story. Feel free to hit me up on tumblr or twitter anytime. ~Betta fallenfromprams

Emotional vulnerability is the hardest thing to capture. It's the hardest thing to express between two people. And even harder to showcase in front of a crowd.

So why had Blaine Anderson decided that this would be the way to go for his brand new partner?

The world may never know.

Days turned into weeks as they got closer and closer to opening night. And something was missing. Blaine and Kurt spent their days from the crack of dawn until the middle of the night practicing and practicing. And once they fell into bed together at the end of the night, Kurt having taken up residence in the newly remodeled train car, they stayed wrapped in each other for what felt like hours. Daylight came all too soon as they slowly got ready for the day.

In spite of their work though, something didn't feel quite right. When some of the other artists came to watch, Brittany seemed to have the most insight. "You guys are doing it perfect, so slow like that, but there's something missing. Passion. Heat. Emotion. You're not selling the bond. You gotta show that."

"How do you show a… Bond?" Kurt said blushing a little.

"You just gotta sell it. Put your self into it. It's like singing. You don't sing a song just saying the words, you gotta feel the emotions. What emotion do you guys want to convey through this? You gotta decide and go from there."

One word popped to Blaine's mind, but he immediately tried to push it aside as Brittany left. No. It was too early for that. This was crazy. They were together but they weren't together right? He couldn't. No. It was just the performance. He had to sell the performance. Running his hands through his hair he sighed deep.

"We can do this. We can sell it. We can do this."

"So what emotion are we conveying?" Kurt said, his expression skeptical.

"Need? Passion? Something like that," Blaine said looking up at him.

Kurt nodded and sort of looked away as Blaine crawled over to him, cupping his hand in his face then leaned his forehead against him. "We can do this. Maybe we should let go and just show the emotions we feel in the moment."

Kurt nodded, curling into his touch a little, his blue eyes catching Blaine's and a small smile moving across his lips. Blaine leaned in and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips, feeling Kurt return the tender emotion.

"Come on," Blaine said as he stood and pulled Kurt to his feet. "We've got work to do."

Together they moved through the routine, fluidly moving from step to step. And whenever their eyes locked Blaine didn't hold back and focus on what they were doing, letting muscle memory take over. In that moment he just let himself feel. His eyes were locked on Kurt's as he lowered, their lips almost touching. Everything in him wanted to lean up and take that kiss, but he didn't as his body went through the steps. Somehow when Kurt slid down his body a few moments later it felt real, almost like foreplay. Something about the closeness in their bodies seemed to resonate through the room. The heat, the need, the desire. But every time they would get close, the dance dangerously leading them into one another's world, space, trust, they then separated. Pulled apart by their own twists and turns in one moment, as though they were afraid. Then the next like an outside force was pulling him away. When Kurt supported Blaine's body, the power shifting between them, Blaine looked up at him, his eyes almost pleading.

Their last pose, him standing with his arm wrapped around Kurt, their chests touching and Blaine wrapping his hand around the back of Kurt's head, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck seemed locked frozen in time as they both looked into each other's eyes.

For several long moments they just stood there, staring into one another's eyes, but the moment passed as a slow clap filled the room.

Both of them jumping, they turned to see Sarge. "Well, well, well. What have we here?"

Instantly Blaine's mind filled with excuses. They were practicing. It's the show. They're trying to evoke an emotion.

"I think we've finally found our stars."

As the guys discussed their routine with Sarge, what they were doing and the feelings they were trying to invoke, Blaine smiled and nodded but his mind was a million miles away. While Kurt beamed and carried on, Blaine reeled. What was that? Everything about putting emotion into it and just feeling made him nervous. The whole time he was thinking about how much he wanted Kurt, wanted to protect him, wanted to be his, but it was more than that. There was something else. Something he was afraid of in a way. If he admitted this, and opened himself up to this feeling he denied himself for so long, he could be hurt. But when they were laying in bed late at night, Kurt mewing on his chest as he slept and Blaine running his fingers through his hair and kissing his head, it was all he could think, even though he didn't say the words. After weeks he realized that's what that feeling was. Not comfort. Not home. It was…

Fuck.

What was he supposed to do? Just say it? No. He couldn't do that. But now every second he was around Kurt those words were all he thought. It was three days until opening. They performed for the shareholders. They practiced in their make-up wearing nothing except the speedos and gold body paint. Their movements were slow, almost like two statues taking form after form. Having mastered the shoulder hold, each turn and change, their trust and bond was palpable by anyone in the room.

And still Blaine refused to say the words.

Feeling something off, Kurt at the end of the day over dinner looked up at him. "This has been really amazing. All of it, Blaine. You've taken me on this journey and I couldn't think of anyone else I would rather share it with. I was thinking maybe tomorrow you could meet my folks. They want to meet you. And I want to share you with them, in a manner of speaking," Kurt said winking.

"I dunno," Blaine said looking down at his plate.

"Oh."

That wasn't what he meant, but as he looked up he could see the hardened exterior, the guard coming back up.

"Kurt," Blaine started, but Kurt wasn't listening. He was wiping his mouth and setting his fork down, his face stern.

"I don't know what your deal is. We've done this amazing thing, shared so much, and you hardly talk about you. You know everything about me. My friends. My life. My struggle. And what do I know about you? You're a closed off book and it hurts, ok? It sucks to feel like I'm cut out and held at arm's length. What is it? You had a boyfriend hurt you? Friend die? Got beat up? I want to know you Blaine. I want to know the truth. And you let me in, but you don't."

"It's not like that. It's… Complicated."

"Why don't you try me instead of making a snap judgment?"

With a sigh Blaine stood up and ran a hand through his hair, sighing a little. "What do you want to know, Kurt? You want to hear about how my family tried to force me into some straight role, like they could get my hands dirty and I wouldn't be gay? You want to hear how my father abandoned me for choosing this life? Do you want to hear how I was ostracized and attacked at school by a group of bigoted, close-minded jerks? Do you want to hear how I ran away to prep school and my father disowned me? He died last year and the last words he said to me were I'm the gravest disappointment of his life. My mother cared, and tried to be soft with me and understanding when my father wasn't around, but he drew lines in the sand and her choice was made before she could blink. Not that I blame her. And my brother? He's too jealous of my success to even speak to me. Holidays are a mess of accusations and trying to say that he's better than me.

"I don't have a happy little story with a happy little home life. This? This train car and the friends we've made are more a home and a family that I've ever known. So if I'm distant that's why. If I'm closed off it's because all I've known is hurt and pain, Kurt. And I don't want that anymore."

Standing, Kurt came up to Blaine and ran a hand soothing over his back and kissed his forehead. "So come home with me. Let me show you what family is supposed to be. What a home really is. And maybe we can start new."

Nodding, Blaine curled into his touch, like somehow the embrace made all the difference. Somehow that simple touch meant more to him than anyone could ever know.

Time was short, but the night before the show when nerves were high Kurt and Blaine went home to meet Burt and Carole. To say that they were warm was an understatement. And when Kurt introduced Blaine as his partner, his heart somehow soared.

Don't be stupid, Blaine told himself. He's just telling his folks. It's what I am.

But God he wanted him to mean it in every sense of the word.

Closed off and guarded emotionally, though warm, he talked cars and football with Burt as Kurt and Carole took care of the kitchen.

"He's smitten with you," Burt said and Blaine nearly choked on his beer.

"Pardon me?"

"My son. I don't know how to put my finger on it. There's a whole lot of admiration with something more thrown in, but I'm gonna tell you this, Anderson, you hurt him? You'll wish I would've tied you in knots.

A soft smile and a laugh bubbled to Blaine's lips as he set his drink down. "Burt, if I hurt him, I'll kick my own ass, but I know this cool train that I'd like to be dragged behind. You're son is really special—"

"I know. You best remember that."

Cut off mid string, mouth still open, Blaine closed his mouth and nodded.

There wasn't much else you could say to that. And honestly, he didn't want to.

"Now was that so bad?" Kurt said when they got back home.

Home. It was strange calling it that in reference to both of them, but it's what it was. And it was nice to talk about their home like this. That's what it was. Their home.

As they tossed off shoes and coats and made their way to the bed, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and turned him into him, holding him close as his lips found his neck. "Only the clothes part."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I'm sure that the dress code was appreciated by everyone except you."

"Hope I don't make them jealous tomorrow night in our 'costume,'" Blaine said against his skin, nipping and sucking until Kurt moaned.

"You might," Kurt said, his breathing growing ragged and his voice husky. His hand reached up and pulled Blaine's hair, making his neck stretch as he bit into him and made Blaine groan.

With that both of their hands moved over each other, straining at clothes dancing over muscles and flesh. The words echoed in Blaine's mind as Kurt pushed him down on the bed. As Blaine squirmed back up to the pillows Kurt followed, taking his cock in his mouth making him moan and thrust hard up into him. For several long moments his tongue and lips worked. And as one then two fingers pushed into him Blaine groaned and pulled at his hair. "Stop. God stop Kurt. I wanna fuck you. God I want to be buried balls deep in your ass and pour inside you."

Kurt pulled off with a smirk. "You will," he said as he took him back into his mouth, deep into his throat. Kurt sucked at him and worked desperately until Blaine was squirming and moaning, his body tight and breathing going ragged and then everything sort of going blank as he came in a rush, pouring down the back of Kurt's throat.

Nearly whimpering and gasping for air, he clung to Kurt as he started to kiss up him. Eager hands roved down his body until he took Kurt's cock in his hand, stroking it desperately as Kurt smiled down at him. Blaine reached behind his head and pulled him down on him, moaning into him as he kissed him desperate and heated. Everything about this moment perfect. Lost to his emotions, feeling like he was finally home more than ever, that Kurt and his home was his family and where he's always been meant to be. In that moment Blaine tried to pour everything he was feeling into Kurt, who moaned and clung to him, melting under his touch. As Kurt whimpered and gasped Blaine shifted and licked up his cock, making Kurt groan and fist his hands into the duvet. But Blaine wasn't going to let him finish quite that easily. Coming off the bed he dragged Kurt to the edge. "Stand," Blaine breathed as he got on his knees. With one hand still firmly wrapped around Kurt's cock he moved behind him and licked over the length of his crack, pushing his tongue between his cheeks. Kurt nearly doubled over and gripped the edge of the bed as Blaine's hand slowed, moving steadily but wanting to make this last. With his free hand, he pushed his cheeks apart and buried his face. His tongue circled Kurt's entrance before pushing inside him. Everything in Kurt jerked as Blaine swirled his tongue in him, working it faster and harder.

Moaning and whimpering, his whole body responding, Blaine worked his hand over Kurt's cock harder and faster until he was whimpering. As he felt him pulse and clench around his tongue Blaine reached up and squeezed then pulled lightly at his balls. Never in his life had he heard a noise quite like the one that came from Kurt. Nearly a howl and a scream as Blaine's name echoed through the room and Kurt came, spilling onto the duvet and his hand. His arms were tense and shaking almost as hard as his legs, and if he hadn't been holding the bed Blaine was sure he would've fell clean on his face. Slowing his hand and pulling his tongue back, he smiled as he bit into his ass cheek lightly then kissed up and over his back. Wrapping Kurt in his arms, he nipped at Kurt's ear as Kurt let him support his weight, draping his head on Blaine's shoulder as an arm tangled in the curls at the back of his head.

No words were said. They didn't need to be. Emotion thick and heavy in the air, the boys crawled into bed a few moments later, wrapped up in each other. Nothing else in the world existed but them.

Nothing mattered.

The night of the show left Blaine pacing around the dressing room like an animal. Nerves filled him even though he had done this a million times. The shows, Kurt, the emotions, everything felt like it was weighing on this moment.

"Blaine," Kurt said softly behind him, his hand touched his shoulder and Blaine's instinctively covered him. "It's going to be all right."

Nodding he leaned into him and let the comfort of just their existence wash over him. Like nothing else mattered. As the lights came down and their act came up Blaine and Kurt took the stage. Their moves were slow and deliberate. And though there were thousands in the audience no one existed in that moment but them. Together they were lost to their motions. And somehow every touch seemed softer than even they had rehearsed. Losing himself to the moment, to his thoughts and his feelings, nothing else mattered but them. And Blaine let the words echo through his mind, his heart, his very being.

I love you, Kurt.

As they took their final pose, a wash of emotion went through him. This was it. This was his balance. His everything was made for Kurt Hummel and he couldn't let another second go by without him knowing. When the lights went totally down, a longer black out as the rest of the performers gathered to take their bow, Blaine's eyes still locked on Kurt's practically glowing in the dark as he felt the quick beating of his heart against his chest.

"I love you, Kurt," he said, barely a whisper.

But though the applause thundered he felt Kurt shift in his arms. "I love you, too." Pressed tight to each other, Kurt pulled at Blaine and their lips met, the emotions in both of them filling and merging into one, overflowing in this moment.

Pulling away to take their bows, their hands clasped firmly as the lights came up and the company joined them, Blaine's heart soared. As his eyes met Kurt he smiled, knowing that he didn't have to speak the words for Kurt to know the secret they both shared.

In this moment, he was finally complete.

Fin