This sprang into my head after watching 3x07. It just had to be written.

It was headed in the direction of angst, and then transformed into fluff. I don't know how o.O

I worry that I am physically incapable of writing angst.

I do not own Glee, though the line between canon and fanfiction is becoming steadily more blurred every week.


"Are you guys OK? She kinda shot you down in flames back there." Mr Schue sat back, perched on the edge of his desk, and surveyed the two boys standing in front of him.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and nodded, linking their hands.

"It's OK," Kurt said with a shrug. "We get it."

Blaine nodded. "We've been where she is, we understand why she acts out like that."

"I don't see how you can."

"Like we said," Kurt laughed, "been there, and in my case, done that."

"Oh, no, Kurt, you were never mean," Mr Schue insisted.

"No," Kurt conceded, smiling," no more than usual, anyway." Blaine chuckled and Kurt swatted at his arm with his free hand. "Shut up, you."

"Sorry, sorry..."

Mr Schue smiled at the pair, happy that Kurt had found someone like Blaine at last.

Kurt laughed again and shook his head. "No, this bit wasn't as bad for me," he said softly, looking contemplative. "I didn't have a reputation to uphold, I wasn't facing being outed on national television. And I guess I'd always sort of known that I was gay. I don't think Santana did."

Blaine murmured in agreement. "It wasn't something she'd expected and it was hard for her to come to terms with," he said, speaking slowly. "Hopefully whatever Finn has planned will help her. It sounds like a good idea."

Kurt looked at him, head tilted to the side and a soft, loving smiled curved across his face. "I am so proud of you," he murmured.

"Why?"

"Because Finn is being a jerk, not to put too fine a point on it, and yet you're still supporting his." Kurt raised their linked hands and rested them against Blaine's cheek. "I don't deserve you."

They stood there, just looking at each other, seeming to have forgotten thta they weren't alone. Mr Schuester couldn't bring himself to break the spell, instead slipping quietly past them and out of the room. They'd be all right. They had each other, after all.


See what I mean about the fluff?