Laughter reverberated off the inner walls of Blaine's vehicle, even as it rolled into the driveway at the Hummel-Hudson residence. He put it in park, a smile that reached to his eyes and back still etched into his face as the laughter between the two of them died down.

They glanced at each other, and then both turned to the dashboard in front of them. It was not uncomfortable, but the silence that followed lingered with something to be desired. Words that wished to be spoken hung in the short space between the boys.

Blaine was the first to open his mouth, but what came out was a dry laugh.

"I'll walk you to your door," he finally managed.

Kurt nodded briefly, butterflies playing in his stomach as he reached for the car door handle.

"No, wait," Blaine interrupted, reaching for his own door handle and quickly clamoring out. He made his way around the front end, and reached out for the passenger side door.

If Blaine had left Kurt with any breath by this stage of their relationship, he was sure that tonight he would have taken it away completely. He went to Prom with his boyfriend. He slow danced with his boyfriend. And despite the cruel purpose behind it, he had made Prom Royalty. And he showed everyone at that school that he would always stay true to himself and that he was not afraid. With his freaking boyfriend.

He adjusted the crown resting on top of his head, his free hand taking the one Blaine had extended to help him out. And although he had planned to step out so gracefully it would put the Royal Family to shame, Kurt found that his legs were worn out from dancing all night. He stumbled a bit, right into Blaine Anderson's arms.

"Sorry," Kurt squeaked, an apologetic smile playing on his lips.

Blaine's dark eyebrows pulled together, a corner of his lips tugging upward in a way that made the brunette feel very silly things.

"Don't be."

Their eyes were locked. Baby blues on rich hazel, their souls were bared to one another. Kurt's soul told Blaine's that he could not believe that he was real. Blaine's said that he would always happily be there to catch Kurt whenever he falls.

Blaine's hands slid along Kurt's arm from the back of his elbows, before intertwining their fingers together. "Come on," he murmured, backing away slowly towards the house and tugging Kurt along with him. Kurt didn't want to leave that spot, but he regretfully went along. Glancing at the other cars in the driveway, he noticed that Finn had not made it home yet.

When the two reached the top of the doorstep, Blaine spun back around to face Kurt, never letting their fingers untwine.

"Kurt, I just want you to know…how incredibly brave you are. I mean, you did something out there that I would never in a million years consider doing on my own," he began, and Kurt's eyes glazed over before his head bowed slightly, then straightened up again to look Blaine in the eyes. "If I were in your shoes…I would have run away. I did run away. You are like this angel that God sent down to give me guidance...and a purpose. And I know that you don't believe in that, but when I look at you…there's no way that I couldn't believe it.

And now, I just can't believe….how incredibly in love with you I am." A short silence followed, and Kurt's jaw hung slack. "Even though I'm pretty sure that I don't really deserve you—"

His rambling was silenced by a single, gentle finger to his lips.

"Blaine Anderson," came a soft, almost squeaking voice. A tear rolled down his cheek. "Did you just say that you loved me?"

Hazel, puppy-like eyes looked up into blue and after a moment, that corner of Blaine's lips rose again.

Kurt's own lips were covering them in less than a second. Blaine's hands rose to the sides of the brunette's neck, twining his fingers in the thick hair behind his ears. Kurt was gripping at the front of Blaine's tuxedo. The kiss was chaste, but the passionate fire that burned between them was almost tangible. Another tear rolled down porcelain skin, and Blaine pulled back after feeling it on his nose, to brush the moisture away with his thumb. But those eyes bore straight through Kurt's, an overwhelming amount of emotion on his well-shaven face.

"I love you so much, Kurt," he said, this time a little more than a whisper.

"Oh, Blaine…I love you too. Very, very much." Their lips came together once more. However, this kiss was more to get as close together as they could for the moment, and to breathe the other in.

When they broke apart, they did not get very far. They rested their foreheads together, leaning in and acting as the other's support. Their eyes closed, and they stayed very still until Kurt finally had to break the spell.

"I…should probably get in. Finn will be home soon. And something tells me Dad and Carol are waiting up," he said, not preventing the regret from leaking through in his tone.

"Yeah. You're right…"

"I had a lovely time," said Kurt, gently swinging their hands back and forth.

Blaine smiled. "So did I." Gently, he leaned over and gave Kurt a soft, but meaningful kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he breathed.

After making sure that Kurt was safely inside of his house, Blaine retreated back to his car. He turned the keys in the ignition, and grinned like an idiot.

Kurt did not move further than the foot of the doorway for about a minute after entering. His head rolled back and gently clunked into the wood. His smile was ridiculously wide, and when he finally found the urge to move, he performed a double twirl into the family room.

"Had a good time, sport?" asked Burt from the sofa, his arm around Carol. They had apparently been watching a movie.

"You have no idea, Dad," he said giddily, sashaying down into the basement before either of his parents could ask about the tiara adorning his head.