I Can See Your Halo

[BLAINE JOSEPH ANDERSON]

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somewhere
only we know

Sometimes, Blaine Anderson was pretty sure he lived in a fairy tale. He was only 16 years old, but already he had sailed into happily ever after. He had an amazing boyfriend, a coveted spot as the Warbler's front man for the foreseeable future, and attended a school where he never had to worry about taking a slushie to the face just because he was different. On occasion, a peer would question the boy's authenticity. After all, he always came across so remarkably cheerful and optimistic, positively dapper in the face of the stress and tension that brought to a boil the blood of most teenagers. He simply saw no need to get caught up in inconsequential details when there was so much that made him want to sing out with joy. He had been given an incredible amount, and he was not going to squander it by dwelling on any negatives. He owed it to the world to plaster on that charming smile, because if the world had not made his life perfect, it had come truly close.

Laying atop the covers of his boyfriend's bed, Blaine's arms wrapped tightly but gently around Kurt's slender waist. Not many teenagers took the time simply lay next to each other, instead rushing to tear off each others close, but that was not the basis of their relationship. As open as they were with one another, and Blaine did confide more in Kurt by far than he had to anyone before, there were still some areas that neither of them were willing to expose, to make vulnerable, physically or otherwise. Kurt depended on him, and would now more than ever. He remember that first coffee encounter. The boy he had met was broken down by the constant ridicule of bullies and the silence of his friends. In Blaine, Kurt had seen someone who had been able to move on and above the bullying and eventually found solace and comfort in a new school. Blaine had been strong for Kurt, whether it was standing by his side as he confronted Dave Karofsky, or helping him get back on his feet after that horrible prom incident. Now that Kurt had announced his candidacy for class president, the curly-haired Warbler knew that his boyfriend would need him to be stronger, more supportive, than ever. Kurt was being Kurt, putting himself out there for the world to see, reaching for what he wanted despite the risks. Blaine's role was to help him cope if the world was not kind in return.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's waist, resting his chin on the dip of his boyfriend's neck. The truth of the matter was, the Warbler was very much nervous about this whole election business. McKinley had not exactly shown itself to be Ohio's most tolerant school, and the thought of Kurt getting trampled again was more than Blaine could take. Still, he did not want Kurt to realize that. The last thing the other boy needed to be worrying about in this was how his boyfriend was feeling. "You know what I think?" Blaine began, his free hand trailing up and down Kurt's bare arm, "I think you're going to be the most amazing class president McKinley has ever had," he concluded with a smile, skillfully disguising his anxiety over the whole thing and peppering a playful kiss atop his boyfriend's cheek.

Returning to cuddle position, Blaine looked around Kurt's bedroom, his sanctuary. It had taken the Warbler a little while to get comfortable in here, laying in bed with Kurt, but now it felt like an extension of his own abode. He grinned to himself as he looked around the room. Well, perhaps not exactly like an extension of his own residence. There were not exactly any football paraphernalia decorated Kurt's walls, but it still felt like home. His eyes trailed through the room, before settling on a shiny object on the dresser beside the bed. Stretching to reach for it, Blaine recognized it as the Prom Queen crown. He looked quizzically from the item t Kurt, surprised to locate the item that had brought the boy to tears now displayed proudly at his bedside. "You kept this?" he asked, inspecting the accessory in his hands.

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Some words, Sam, outfit, NOTES
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL]

Senior year was suppose to be magical, full of amazing memories and moments that people cherish forever and look back on fondly and think – gee, weren’t those the best days? Kurt was determined to have that be the case for him, which is why he was throwing himself completely into making it that way – the class president race, the upcoming school musical, etc. All of these chances to have the magical and wonderful moment’s people talk about long after they’ve ended and graduation has occurred. But, Kurt didn’t want to lose one important thing along the way of making his senior year magical – his boyfriend. Yes, Blaine was important and a huge part of what senior year was going to be about, but having him at Dalton surely kept the chances for making magical memories with him during the school day. Yes, all summer Kurt had attempted to nudge Blaine toward transferring, but Kurt knew that Blaine has his reasons for wanting to stay at Dalton, and while he understood them and was willing to accept them to some degree, Kurt wanted Blaine at his side at McKinley for senior year.

After a long week of campaigning, Kurt was happy to lie simply on his bed with Blaine’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, making him smile every time he glanced over at his boyfriend. Kurt knew that most couples spent time like this in bedrooms, but doing the much more – sexual things than simple cuddling. But, Kurt wasn’t ready for that type of encounter – and after the talk with his dad about it, Kurt was certain that he wasn’t going to be ready for it for some time. At the feeling of Blaine’s chin gently against his shoulder, Kurt smiled widely as he heard Blaine speak, knowing that was the truth.

“Well, of course – I will.”

[/b] Kurt said with a grin, feeling his cheeks flush as Blaine kissed his cheek, gently snuggling back against Blaine as he returned to his original cuddling position. Last year had been quite a year for Kurt, and this year was going to be magical – one way or another. As Blaine moved, Kurt broke from his thoughts, watching as Blaine held the Prom Queen crown in his grip gently.

“Of course, I did.” [/b]Kurt said with soft smile, knowing he had decided to keep it even if it did bring back several unpleasant memories from the past year. “It’s a reminder..” Kurt said softly as he gently took the crown from Blaine’s hands, turning it gently in his own hands.

“..That no matter what people think they can do to me – I’m not going to let them hurt me..” Kurt said recalling how hurt and upset he had been when the Prom Queen results had been announced, but now – looking at the crown, it brought him more strength than it did unpleasant memories.

“They thought naming me Queen would break me down, but I walked back up on that stage and I took the crown, because I’m not going to let those types of people dictate my entire life – I’m the queen, and they are my pitiful court jester subjects..” [/b] Kurt said softly smiling, turning his gaze from the crown back to Blaine. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

words---/b] a few.
tags--- Blaine.
notes--- Klaine cuddely times.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[BLAINE JOSEPH ANDERSON]

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to begin,

somewhere
only we know

Blaine looked at the silly crown in his hands for a brief moment, inspecting its shiny exterior. To him, it was a reminder of all the things that had gone wrong in an otherwise beautiful night. There had been no major incidents, not idiots threatening them in the parking lot, and while they certainly attracted a few glances when the couple slow danced, no one had said anything. They were left alone, save for that one horrific moment when the collective thugs decided to build themselves up by trying to tear down Kurt. It was not a bad night, not by any stretch, and Blaine himself had their Prom Picture mounted proudly in his locker, but the crown, that was a symbol of everything wrong, of how they could never quite fit in. Kurt did not see it that way, of course, but Kurt never seemed to view being different as being anything but special.

Though they rarely spoke about it, both boys knew that they had somewhat differing positions. Kurt wanted to stand out, to express himself no matter what anyone thought. Blaine was more conservative. He sought to be himself, but in a milder, publically acceptable manner. He would never crawl back into the closet, but he also was not quite willing to don a feather boa either. Blaine embraced the uniform and conformity of Dalton Academy where it had stifled Kurt. It allowed him to feel like he belonged, when so many other gay teenagers felt like outcasts.

That was the problem with McKinley. Sure, it allowed for individuality, but that came with it an open door for ridicule, to be made to feel very small. Even Kurt had nearly been beaten by it just a year ago. Now, however, the boy who lay next to him was altogether stronger. It was amazing how far he had come in just one trip around the sun. Smiling at Kurt as the boy went on to say that those at McKinley who had wished him such malice were, in effect, his pitiful court jesters, Blaine responded, “You might be right” Pausing for a moment to decorate the other boy’s lips with an innocent kiss, “But I might suggest leaving that out of the campaign speech.”

Sliding out from behind Kurt, Blaine perched for a moment on the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, absorbing the quiet coziness of the room, of the two of them together with no other voices influencing them. “McKinley doesn’t deserve you,” Blaine began before quickly adding, “As president I mean. You’re smart, and passionate, and thoughtful, and McKinley isn’t any of those things. They don't even deserve to be yours jesters. I’m sorry Kurt, I just had to say that.”

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Some words, KURT, outfit, NOTES
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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