Glee 4x10 Promo “Glee, Actually” (HD)

I just want Klaine to get back together. :(

Based on Peyton and Lucas getting together in One Tree Hill.

Play the song from the start! :)

They’d won. 

They’d won Nationals for a second year in a row and they’d done it with Blaine singing a solo. All the work he’d put into glee club since he’d been so miserable, all the pain and guilt he forced into hard work, all the late night rehearsals and long days, all the dancing and singing and umming and ahhhing over song selection.

It had finally paid off, and the evidence was being passed around the group of excited teenagers. Marley was holding the trophy, her eyes shining with happiness as she passed it to Jacob, who kissed her cheek and held it up for the crowd to see. Then Artie took it, and passed it to Sugar, each glee club member looking more overjoyed than the last.

Confetti fell down around Blaine, the noise level was insane, cheering, clapping and chattering hummed around him, as Finn and Mr Schue and Ryder patted his arms and shoulders and told him how great he’d done. 

He knew he’d sung well, maybe better than he’d ever sung before, and now there was this shiny trophy to show for it. As a club this was pretty much the ultimate. 

So why did Blaine feel nothing? Why did all the commotion around him, all the cheers and rejoicing and congratulations feel hollow and irrelevant. Why did winning Nationals not feel like it meant very much at all to him?

He knew why of course, and he wanted to cry, wanted to fall down to the ground and scream and beat the floor with his fists like a little kid. He wanted to kick himself for believing that a stupid trophy would make all this ok. 

He began to walk towards the edge of the stage. It was too painful. It hurt too much. He needed to be anywhere but here, on this stage where he’d sung with Kurt so many times, where he’d stood with the boy he thought he’d be with forever by his side. 

He carried on walking and glanced up absently, freezing as he did so. 

For months he’d prayed he’d see Kurt, standing outside a classroom at McKinley or outside his house or on his bed or leaning against the door, and he never had been. 

So it figured that now, when Blaine had lost all hope of seeing the love of his life again, he glanced up and smack bang into the greeny blue eyes of Kurt Hummel. 

Blaine stared at him, his eyes filling with hope he thought had gone, his legs beginning to tremble, and Kurt smiled up at him, his lips quirked, his eyes narrowed. 

And he shrugged almost tiredly. 

That shrug told him everything he’d needed to hear since the night they broke up and his life went into free fall. 

The shrug said I love you. I will always love you, no matter what happens you are mine and I am yours and it’s just the way it’s always going to be, so why don’t we stop wasting time when we know exactly how it’s meant to be. 

Blaine only waited a split second before he was running across the stage and skidding down the steps, and then Kurt was running too, and they met at the bottom of the stage in a tangled mess of arms and tears and scrabbling fingers and bumping noses, and Blaine was lifting Kurt, and Kurt was grabbing at the Blaine’s face, his neck, his hairline, pulling him as close as was feasibly possible, and pressing his lips to Blaine’s, and Blaine could taste the mix of their salty tears and the spearmint gum that Kurt had been chewing earlier and the taste that he could never describe, the taste of Kurt. 

Home. 

Blaine gripped Kurt tightly around the waist, Kurt’s legs wrapped around his own waist, kissing him feverishly and hurriedly, it was both messy and perfect at the same time, like something breaking and something coming together at the same time, and Blaine felt a shift inside him, something that had shifted on a dark cold night in New York months ago. 

He was pretty sure it was his heart coming together again. 

“Oh god I love you so much.” Kurt whispered feverishly, more tears spilling over his eyelids as he leaned his forehead against Blaine’s.

“I love you too,” Blaine replied thickly, “I’ll never hurt you like that again, never.”

“Neither will I.” Kurt said softly, pressing his lips to Blaine’s forehead. “We’re never breaking up again, I can’t be without you.”

“Forever.” Blaine agreed, hugging Kurt harder than he’d ever hugged anyone before.

Confetti fell. People cheered. New Directions laughed. Kurt and Blaine loved.