"Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now."

[justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com]

Who: justbeingaqueen, rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and justwants2dance
What: Back in the blazer
Where: Dalton Grounds
When: A week after the McKinley Junior Prom
Rating: PG-13, possible swearing

It was surreal. There was no other way to really describe it. A week ago, Kurt had been back at McKinley after transferring back there with a heart full of hope that things would be better, and now, in a weird twist of fate, he was back at Dalton, back in the blazer, lying on a Dalton crested blanket in the grounds of the private school on his stomach, arm wrapped securely around his boyfriend's belly as he gazed into his eyes. Just a few moments before, they had both been lying on their backs watching the clouds pass in the blue sky, but then Kurt had rolled over onto his stomach to kiss Blaine slowly and lethargically. Now he was just watching him, the tips of his fingers on his other hand sweeping over some fading yellowing bruising on Blaine's temple and cheek. It had been a week since the injuries occurred; injuries that should never have damn well happened.

"You're my hero, you know that?" he told him. Maybe it was cheesy, but it was true. The McKinley prom had been such a rollercoaster of emotions. Bad, very bad, worse, even more worse, amazing, beautiful, hopeful, and then terrifying. After the ballot fixing to elect Kurt Prom Queen, he had been mortified, but then Blaine stepped into catch him just when he felt like he was about to fall. If only it was the last time Blaine had to play White Knight that evening. The result was under Kurt's fingertips, and the biggest reason why Kurt Hummel again - and for good this time - washed his hands of William McKinley High School and went back to Dalton with his man. As far as he was concerned, this was how it was meant to be.


[POSTING ORDER: Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Mike]

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[rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com]

Blaine was still in a bit of a daze after the events of the past week. It probably had something to do with the fact he got thumped in the face and had a minor concussion for a few days, but even beyond that, it was hard to wrap his head around. He had been so apprehensive about the prom, and although he was so fucking proud of Kurt for facing what he did, it seemed his fears were well founded, unfortunately. And it was only late last night, just as Blaine was about to doze off with an early night in his solitary dorm room (his room mate had gotten expelled for smoking in the toilets a couple of weeks ago) that there was a knock at the door and he opened it to find Kurt standing there, suitcase in one hand and coathangered blazer the other telling Blaine he had transferred back to Dalton... and for good this time. He was washing his hands of McKinley's bullying and homophobia, and coming back to Dalton with its zero tolerance policy and where he could be with Blaine.

Blaine had been over the moon, and just stood there crying with a mix of happiness and embarrassment at his sappiness. But more than anything, it was relief Kurt was here and safe. After leaving the prom that night a week ago, Kurt and Blaine had stopped out in the car park to share a brief kiss near their car, only to be swooped on by a small bunch of footballers getting up in their face about being fags and not welcome. Blaine had valiantly stepped in to protect Kurt and earned a punch to the face for it and after Mr Schue had come running out to intercept the violence, their 'magical' prom night ended in the ER with a concussed Blaine needing stitches to his temple. There had been no question that Carole and Burt would allow Kurt back to Dalton. In fact, Burt had insisted after that.

And now here they were, and Blaine, still lying on his back with his knitted sweater balled up under his head like a pillow. He smiled at Kurt and rubbed his hand down over Kurt's back to his butt. "There was no way I was letting them hurt you anymore. Nor will I," he resolved and pulled Kurt into another long kiss that lingered... at least until a pointed clear of a throat interrupted and they broke apart to see who it was.