Author: You're killing me now PM
Kurt and Blaine are at McKinley just in time for the amazing Gaga performance. Once Blaine gets the assignment, he wants his shirt to be absolutely perfect, no exceptions. Short Klaine fluff, full summary inside. Warning: Boy kisses.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Kurt H. & Blaine A. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,483 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 80 - Follows: 6 - Published: 05-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6961916
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That evening, Blaine sat on the floor in his room, baffled. In front of him lay three shirts, screaming HOBBIT, EYEBROWS and ANGER ISSUES at him. He ran his hands through his hair and scratched his head as he tried to figure out which to use.
Kurt definitely wanted something specific from him. He wanted something true about Blaine, which he couldn't change. He sighed, going through everything he'd been through in his life.
Then it was obvious. Something he was born with and something he'd never be able to change and that he'd never want to. He jumped up and grabbed a blank white shirt, grinning to himself. This had to be perfect.
The next day in school was the final day of the week and it was time for the Born This Way performance. They'd slipped in a few extra practises after school and everyone was feeling super confident about the dancing. No one had publically shown the group their chosen t-shirt but there were a few swapped tales between certain members. On Friday afternoon, everyone met in the auditorium as told to and stood in the wings.
Mr Schue revealed his shirt and then Rachel skipped in and showed them hers. Kurt applauded politely to each, twirling a drumstick in his hands casually. Blaine watched and laughed softly and Kurt did a little flicking motion with his wrist, twirling the stick through each of his five fingers.
"Did you do baton twirling or something?" He asked quietly. Kurt jumped slightly and realised what he was doing. He stopped moving it.
"Oh. No. Sai Swords actually."
"What-!" Blaine started to ask but Mr Schue clapped his hands together and told the people to take their places. Tina hurried across the main performance area to go stand in stage left and Kurt stopped Blaine before he walked out.
"Which one did you choose?" He asked, licking his lips. Blaine watched him and undid the black jacket he had on.
It was a plain shirt with just the word GAY written on it. Kurt gasped and squealed, quickly opening his cardigan too. His spelt out the words LIKES BOYS.
"So we did settle on the same one!" He said, eyes lit up. He went to hug Blaine when Mr Schue told Kurt he needed to be on stage.
"Just watch for the back of my shirt, okay?" Blaine said just as Kurt disappeared. Kurt sent him a questioning look but walked away, onto the stage.
"It doesn't matter if you love him," He sung, pointing out into the empty audience, "Or capital H-I-M."
He continued with his bridge, smiling as the feeling seemed to... just fill him. He was back here at McKinley and he was performing – he had a solo! A song about accepting yourself by none other than his icon Lady Gaga. Mercedes and Tina walked up to him on their cue, pulled his cardigan open and they went through the dance steps, Kurt having so much fun actually shaking his hips instead of side-stepping in synchrony with the Warblers.
They strode to the back of the stage as Mercedes belted out her line perfectly, singing, "I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes-"
And then Kurt turned around. He was right at the back and watched everyone in front of him sing and go through their steps. He caught Blaine's eye, who was looking at him over his shoulder. He grinned and pulled off his jacket, tossing it into the seats of the auditorium.
And there, standing out in a sea of white, were words on the back of Blaine's shirt. While everyone else had blank shirts while they faced the front, Blaine's said a simple 5 words.
AND IN LOVE WITH KURT.
Kurt stood there silent for one second as it washed in. In love with Kurt. Right there, displayed on the back of Blaine's shirt for everyone to see, he'd admitted that he was in love with Kurt. Something he couldn't change about himself.
Mercedes glanced at Kurt when he didn't continue singing and then looked at his eye line. As soon as she saw Blaine's back, she rolled her eyes but smiled. Of course Mr. Romantic would go to some massive length to proclaim to everyone he liked her white boy.
She looked back to her best friend, because surely he'd had enough time to recover by now. But he was standing still, one hand raised to his mouth and his eyes glistening. Suddenly he jumped off the podium he was standing on. A few people turned around, voices faltering and Mr Schue peered over the heads, panicking in case he'd fallen.
Blaine turned and smirked just as he was hit by a large object, which turned out to be his boyfriend. Kurt had launched himself onto Blaine as hard as he could, grabbing him tightly and squeezing, ducking his head into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine stumbled slightly, wind being knocked out of him and Mike quickly steadied him and then stepped back to give them space. The rest of New Directions' vocals faded out and the music stopped as Kurt simply sobbed into Blaine's shoulder.
He didn't know why his emotions were so over the top, but it was like someone let a damn burst open. He hid his face from the Glee club and reverted to just sniffling, trying to say things but not being able to. His hands grasped the back of his shirt and as he clenched the material, he felt the smooth parts of where the text had been printed onto. Telling everyone he was in love with Kurt.
"I- Blaine- You- B- It's- Perfect!" He mumbled into the soft skin of Blaine's neck. Blaine wrapped his arms around him tightly and swayed slightly, grinned over his head to the rest of the group.
"Glad you like it," He said into Kurt's ear. Kurt let out a sob and looked up.
He drew his arms around from Blaine's back, placed them on his neck with his thumbs grazing his cheeks and crushed their lips together in a slightly urgent but loving kiss, not caring that everyone else was there was watching. Blaine responded immediately, tongue grazing the bottom of Kurt's lip.
"Woo!" Mercedes shouted, laughing loudly and Tina joined in too, pumping her fist over her head. Quinn let out a rainfall of giggles and started clapping, as did Rachel who looked close to tears. All the boys simply stood there, not knowing what to do or where to look.
"Uh, Kurt? Blaine?" Mr Schue interrupted before they could really start making out in front of everyone. Blaine drew away from Kurt, utterly breathless and with kiss-bruised lips. Kurt looked absolutely beautiful, tears glistening on his cheeks and in his eyes, cheeks flushed pink and lips bright red. Blaine let out a tiny laugh, just staring at him, taking him in with his eyes.
"Guys, we should really get on with the routine," He said after a while, slightly awkwardly. Kurt let out a giggle and hugged Blaine briefly again.
"I love it." He whispered and then pulled back. Mr Schue watched the embrace, smiling.
"Alright, guys, from the top!"
So, a little Klaine fluff story :)
Becky and I actually thought of this earlier today. We were just walking back from school, Klaining and thought it would be funny if Blaine kept coming up with different shirts and none of them impressed Kurt. Then we cut a few shirts and settled with this. We took the chapters in turns and that's why they're relatively short. Reviews are lovely! :D