As long as it's by Simple Minds and was heavily featured in the Breakfast Club, I'm your dude.

We should have a karaoke night!

Why are you so smart? Classic rock duet?

Oh, man. I'm glad it's not a karaoke competition! I could never win against one-half of the Puckerbro's!

We should have a karaoke night!

Yes! I’ve been thinking having one lately. 

TEXT TO KURT HUMMEL.

KURT: Mmm, hello there Handsome.

KURT: Hypothetically, huh?

KURT: Who doesn't enjoy that?

BLAINE: You sound all warm and sleeeepy.

BLAINE: Yes. Total hypothetical situation. No possible basis in reality or fact.

BLAINE: Hopefully you do?

TEXT TO KURT HUMMEL.

BLAINE: Hi, gorgeous.

BLAINE: So... hypothetically.

BLAINE: How do you feel about being serenaded?

We should have a karaoke night!

Wouldn't that be awesome?

Stop what?

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Stop that.

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TAGGING  → Blaine Anderson.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday night.

LOCATION  →  Blaine’s room.

Kurt was holding back. He had been for a while and it really wasn’t a surprise to anyone; or essentially, it wouldn’t be if anyone knew him well enough to know but the truth is, he was absolutely holding back. Blaine had given him ample opportunity to step forth and say how he’d felt, but he held back, giving nothing but coy remarks here and there, or a little smile that would try and signify how he was feeling. Truthfully he hadn’t thrown him a bone in the least and despite how he wanted to - he couldn’t. Kurt had been hurt before, he’d been pushed away and he naturally made himself so guarded, so far from the action yet… Here he was. 

He’d thought about this far too much.  Did he let the cruise play out and never reach forth for what Blaine was offering him, then spend the rest of his life wondering what if? Or did he take it, see what the future had in store for the two men and hope desperately that he didn’t get hurt in the process? Neither option was one he could bear. When the cruise ended, where the hell would they be? They’d cuddled, kissed and it was fair to say that they weren’t normal friends; Blaine had hinted at more but.. Could he really offer him that? Kurt’s emotions the past few days - or essentially since 2013 had begun, were nothing short of what you’d expect from someone particularly high strung, and perhaps a pregnant woman, but choices revolving his own life were never those of which he’d been all that great at making. Was it better than to have loved and lost? Or was it better simply not knowing what you were missing? Why was it so hard for him to just put his all into this? What if Blaine was the one? What if that wasn’t some fairy tale bullshit? ‘You’re… intriguing, Kurt. How is it that one person can be so stunningly gorgeous, witty, passionate, supportive, sweet, and even a little guarded? Maybe a lot guarded.’ Kurt read the words over, a lump growing steadily in his throat. It wasn’t just the texts though that were getting to him - it was Blaine in general, Jake too. Any piece of him that had been torn knew there was really only one choice. With Jake - he was never going to have everything he wanted; they weren’t meant to ever lead a happy romance whatsoever - then again, romance was really pushing it, but he couldn’t deny it hurt more speaking to him as of recently than usual. Especially since he’d shown up in his hotel room.  “But it’s you, 100%. You surprise me. You’re irresistible. I cannot resist you.” Kurt couldn’t help himself. He either wanted to be with Blaine or he didn’t, not this undefined blur of shadow between friendship and something more. Without realizing, he was off his bed, pulling on one of his sweaters and heading out to find Blaine’s room, his heart pounding a bit harder than normal.  From Christmas eve, to Christmas, to New Years and beyond… Blaine had been there. He didn’t just want sex, he wanted everything Kurt had to offer. He’d done nothing bad - in fact, he’d been nothing but an outstanding gentleman and yet… Here Kurt was, afraid and unwilling to do a single thing about it? The cruise would be over in mere weeks and was he really going to let it end knowing he could have missed out on possibly one of the best things to ever happen to him? Minutes passed before he found Blaine’s room, hastily he stood - taking nothing more than a deep breath as he collected himself, pocketing his phone before he knocked.  He wasn’t going to be that person anymore, the boy that sat back and wondered what if.

BLAINE ANDERSON

"Everything is a good answer."

And then nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Still nothing, for quite possibly the longest two minutes of his life.

Blaine Anderson sat on his bed, holding his phone up above his head, flopped back against the pillows and wondered if he was making a complete fool of himself and Kurt was too nice to just give him an answer outright. Meaning, Kurt was too nice to tell him no, upright, because maybe he didn't want to sacrifice whatever friendship they'd come to form over the course of the trip.

But... but no, Kurt wasn't like that. Kurt wouldn't do that. Kurt was...

His head flashed back to New Year's Eve, the two of them tangled on the couch in Kurt's room because who in their right mind would want to go out on the town after someone had drugged them. Blaine remembered his heart pounding at the countdown on TV, wondering perhaps, if he was going to get the first New Year's Even kiss that truly mattered to him. He'd expected nothing, but Kurt's lips pressed gently against his own and Blaine felt like his heart was so swollen it might burst. He'd felt so warm and solid pressed up against Blaine, and somehow, everything seemed to come straight on its axis once that had happened. Was it a pity kiss? Was that what had happened?

Blaine wasn't one to overanalyze, really, but they'd been tangoing in this gray area for nearly a month and Blaine didn't know what else to do. Was there someone else? Did Kurt just... not like him?

He'd gone too far, this time, is what he'd realized. The Moulin Rouge lyrics were too much-- hell, they said "I love you" in them for crying out loud, no wonder he'd managed to scare Kurt off. He honestly felt that he'd put everything out there and on the line, that he'd made it very clear what he wanted with Kurt, but he had no idea what was going on in Kurt's head on he whole matter. What were the rules of this? Kurt had probably a million and two suitors on the boat alone, never mind in real life, and Blaine had no idea what or who he was up against. A guy like Kurt could have whoever he wanted, if Blaine's interpretation of his personality was correct. Maybe he came on too strong, maybe he needed to play a little more hard to get-- be a little more mysterious and debonair.

It just seemed pointless to do that after the drugging incident. Blaine knew what he wanted-- he'd shown up to the Stoplight Party wearing orange, for crying out loud. A mix of "It's Complicated and In A Relationship" because he knew that emotionally, anyway, he was unable to even think of pursuing someone else. He'd come onto this cruise to find something he wanted: well, it wasn't a job, in this case. All the time Blaine had spent agonizing over his career and he still had no idea what to do with it. He knew he wanted to be with Kurt, he'd made it pretty damn clear that he wanted to be with Kurt, and now he needed to know if there was any hope of Kurt feeling the same way.

But why would there be? He was nothing special-- your regular run of the mill lawyer who hated the profession almost as much as he hated his parents that forced him into it. No doubt Kurt ran frequently into better people, kinder people, less complicated people. Blaine was none of those things, he knew, so after thirty seconds of no answer from Kurt, he threw his phone facedown on the bed and rolled over, figuring he'd just go to sleep.

He was wallowing in his pity party for those two minutes before he heard a knock at the door, his heart leaping in his chest, adrenaline and fear freezing his veins for a moment. Rumpled, he got up out of bed, clad only in sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair a complete mess. Was it Kurt? Could it be? Was he going to deliver Blaine the rejection in person? Blaine supposed that would be the most kind way to go about it-- if Kurt had texted it to him, he wouldn't have believed it. No, Blaine needed to see the storm in his eyes, the slightly less-than perfect posture, to know that Kurt didn't want him.

With trembling hands, he opened the door, the breath sort of whooshing out of him as he realized that yes, it was in fact Kurt, and no, Blaine was not dreaming this, and yes, his hair was an absolute mess. Absent-mindedly, he ran a hand through it, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as he swallowed nervously. "Oh." He murmured, trying to appear nonchalant, taking a step immediately towards Kurt. "H-hi, Kurt." Damn his nerves.

NEVER HAD MUCH FAITH IN LOVE. → BLAINE ANDERSON.

TEXT TO BLAINE ANDERSON.

KURT: And what about me made you want to meet me? Aside from being absolutely gorgeous?

KURT: Feeling the way you do? I can relate.

KURT: I do, but i'd much rather look at you instead.

BLAINE: ...Everything? Is everything an answer?

BLAINE: I mean, I watched a few of the episodes. You're... intriguing, Kurt. How is it that one person can be so stunningly gorgeous, witty, passionate, supportive, sweet, and even a little guarded? Maybe a lot guarded.

BLAINE: I didn't want to think that was who you are because that's what the producers of the show painted you to be.

BLAINE: But it's you. It's one hundred percent you. You are the single most interesting person I have ever met. I never know what you're going to do next. You surprise me.

BLAINE: You're irresistible.

BLAINE: I cannot resist you.

TEXT TO BLAINE ANDERSON.

KURT: Oh my god. Are you serious?!

KURT: This was pre-meditated?

KURT: Absolutely gorgeous?

KURT: I'm glad you did.

BLAINE: No!

BLAINE: I knew I wanted to meet you, if you happened to be on the cruise. That's all I knew.

BLAINE: I didn't plan on... feeling the way I do. That was... completely unexpected. But I wouldn't change it. Not for anything.

BLAINE: Do you own a mirror, Kurt?

BLAINE: I'm glad I did, too.

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Welcome? I do hate to disappoint you, but I'd dare say that I've been in this jungle a little longer than you have, Sebastian! It seems that law always is a family heirloom, doesn't it? Ah, see, I'm attempting to become that pain. Or at least, try and figure out what it is that I do want. Totally overrated. As overrated as familial obligations, if you ask me.

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I'm a horrible judge of my own character, but it's certainly possible! Sebastian, I'm glad to meet you. I'm Blaine, but I've already said that. I'm taking a year off to save up some money before I head over to law school, just like every other Anderson on the planet. What about you?

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Hey. Blaine Anderson, here. Wow, this boat is amazing. Nearly a month aboard and I still get to meet new people! It's great to make your acquaintance.

TEXT TO BLAINE ANDERSON.

KURT: ..... Did you have pre-planned intent, Blaine?

KURT: ... Oh my god. Were you a fan?

KURT: Please don't let it burst, I don't want to lose you; especially not this soon.

KURT: Good graces, huh?

BLAINE: No!

BLAINE: The truth: I watched three episodes of the show and thought you were absolutely gorgeous. I had no idea you'd even be on here. Then that first night, when I saw you... I just had to talk to you.

BLAINE: You won't. I promise.

BLAINE: Mm. I'll jump through whatever hoops I have to.