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Blaine had gone to two proms so far, and they never failed to be terrifying.

He shifted on his feet, biting his lip and wringing his hands. Surely Jimmy would understand if Blaine suddenly called him and said he couldn’t go to his prom in North Lima because he was sick? Surely Sam would understand if Blaine called him and said that he was too busy with family obligations so he couldn’t go to the prom that he himself had set up in a few days? Blaine swallowed hard, trying to calm his fast beating heart. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were stinging.

“Blaine?” A tentative voice came from the other side of the door. Jimmy’s voice was soft and questioning. A bit concerned.

Blaine shut his eyes tightly before shaking his head and stealing his fears, opening the door and staring at Jimmy in his smart suit. A pale yellow suit shirt. A golden tie. A black suit. He looked handsome.

And there was Blaine, matching in his light grey suit shirt, silver tie, and black suit.

Yet he couldn’t shake the dread in the pit of his stomach.

But Blaine was a fantastic actor, so he was quite sure his trepidation didn’t show on his face. And yet Jimmy just smiled at him – that brilliant smile of his – and pulled him into a light hug, but one that was tight enough to make Blaine feel safe and the tears maybe fall from his cheeks just a bit. It was a feeling that Blaine had only ever been able to get from Cooper’s hugs, but now… with Jimmy… now with Jimmy he felt almost whole.

He didn’t know what made him feel worse. The fact that he had never really been offered this feeling willingly from anyone but his brother before, or the fact that Kurt was supposed to give him that feeling but never had.

Jimmy’s arms tightened for a brief moment before he pulled away, placing a gentle kiss against Blaine’s cheek, an easy smile on his face as his hands settled on top of Blaine’s waist. “You look wonderful. I feel wonderful. And the night is going to be wonderful.” Jimmy whispered gently, their foreheads falling to rest against one another. Blaine couldn’t help the small quirk of his lips, leaning up on his tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of Jimmy’s mouth, leaning even closer after a moment and wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s neck to hold him tightly.

Jimmy let out a startled sound before tugging Blaine closer, actually picking him up for a moment and causing the other boy to smile into his neck before planting his feet firmly on the ground. Their hands linked together, Blaine wiping at his cheeks for good measure and walking down the stairs to get their pictures taken.

Erin looked stunning herself, in her pale blue dress and her date, Tyler, was just as stunning himself. He was blushing too. That was a sight for Blaine to see and he couldn’t help a small chuckle as the stuttering boy gave him a quick hug. They posed for pictures, all of them together, Erin and Jimmy together, Erin and Blaine together, Jimmy and Tyler, and Tyler and Blaine. Then the couple pictures. Erin and Tyler being the cute selves and Jimmy and Blaine trying their hardest to out due them.

When they left Jimmy’s father slipped a can of pepper spray into Blaine’s pocket with a knowing look while Jimmy was distracted by his mother.

By the time they are at the North Lima prom in the town’s classiest hotel Blaine’s ready to jump out of his skin. He’s calm and composed on the outside – or at least he thinks he is, but he can’t be so sure since Jimmy keeps sending him these looks like he knows. He heaves a deep breath and takes Jimmy’s hand in his as the taller boy leads them into the hotel. The music can be heard from outside and Erin and Tyler separate from them to go to the dance floor.

Blaine feels almost like a wet blanket as Jimmy and him hang around the perimeter, their hands held tightly together, and Jimmy’s friends wandering over to them every once in a while. “I’m sorry, I’m such a wet blanket, Jim.” Blaine finally gets the courage to speak, leaning back against the gymnasium wall, his head hitting it gently.

And then, suddenly, Jimmy’s crowding around him. His hands are planted firmly against the wall, his eyes intense and his dark red hair handing in his eyes. He’s close enough that the strands of his hair brush against Blaine’s cheeks, close enough that he’s the only thing Blaine can see. “It’s okay.” He whispers softly. “The night isn’t ruined yet.”

Jimmy then leans just a tad closer, tilting his head to the side and sliding their lips together in that perfect ways their always do. There’s a long moment of hesitation on Blaine’s part, full of a gasp and a small twitch of trying to get out of Jimmy’s grip but he gives up easily enough, almost melting into his body. His eyes flutter shut and his hands reach out to hold onto something, one of them closing around the fabric at Jimmy’s waist and another at the hair at the back of his neck.

It’s a slow and sweet kiss until Jimmy loses his balance some and slides his knee between Blaine’s legs.

Then things change and they pulled away from one another their breath coming in pants and their clothes rumpling together. “Wanna get out of here?” Blaine goes for the cheesy line from that movie they had watched the night before. And Jimmy gets it, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and his eyes crinkling at the corners at the same time his body moves just a little bit closer, his heart speeding up just a tiny bit more.

Jimmy can’t seem to find the words so, instead, he just pulls Blaine by the hand and tugs him out of the hotel ballroom and into the lobby, the two of them trading looks before Jimmy rushes over to the counter and checks them in.

Of course Jimmy thought ahead far enough to get a hotel room.