Disclaimer: Kurt and Blaine aren't mine. They're each other's.
A/N: Wow, it's been ages since I've written Klaine! I hope this is okay. It's a bit AU-ish, I think.
He smells like coffee.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel notices this in the middle of a blisteringly hot summer – although they're tucked away in his air-conditioned room – as he tentatively rests his head on Blaine's shoulder and catches the heavenly whiff of coffee from his best friend. He wants to scoot close, let the sleeping form of the charming Blaine Anderson embrace his. And maybe they'll be more than friends someday. But for now he brings himself to be content with just admiring the smell of Lima Bean coffee arising from Blaine's skin.
His laugh sounds like music.
Blaine spiels – he likes to – as they kick their feet on the ground so they could swing up to the clouds. The park is empty because the clouds are gray and heavy, but Blaine still wishes to land on them; he says this with his animated eyes intent on Kurt. He talks and talks and talks until he halts and Kurt takes his cue – he responds, smart and witty but pleasant, and it makes Blaine ogle at him for just a second before his laughter – music, really – spills into the air around them and makes the other boy question if he's in love. If so, he feels as if he has fallen too far.
They run back – well, Blaine runs and Kurt speed walks – to Kurt's home when it begins to drizzle. When they're safe inside, Kurt almost unceremoniously and heedlessly shoves his coat off of his shoulders because he's busy hyperventilating at a joke Blaine made. He grips his stomach for a while until both of them calms down. And when his eyes rove over Blaine's body and he meets his eyes, the curly-haired boy is glancing at him with big eyes filled with awe before he abashedly turns his head away and blushes. Kurt stares at him until the boy stares back and a small part of him decides he really is in love.
His hands are magical.
He knows this around the time he and Burt accept Mr. and Mrs. Anderson's invitation for Christmas at their house. Blaine hugs him tightly when he sees them at the door, with a 'good evening, Mr. Hummel' to his dad, and herds them into the cozy abode of the Andersons. Blaine's parents look lovely, but the smiles glued on their faces are see-through. Kurt greets them before their son drags him further into the living room and Burt is left to his parents.
Blaine whispers, "I got something for you," in his ear, and Kurt hopes his overexcitement doesn't show. Now they walk more leisurely, away from the looks of their parents on their backs, and the beautiful boy that Kurt wants makes him sit down with him on the piano bench. It's quite a small piano bench, so their sides meet and their ears grow red. When Blaine plays, his hands glide effortlessly across the keys. Kurt, mesmerized, alternately stares at the way his hands create and at the way his eyelids flutter close while he sings.
By the time Blaine is done delivering the piece, Kurt still has his eyes screwed shut from listening in concentration. When he opens them, Blaine's eyes shine like never before and he courageously leans in and captures Kurt's lips in his own, drawing his bottom lip in between his, and pulling him closer like he had always wanted to do; his hands warm on Kurt's body and Kurt's shallow breaths musical in his ears. He forgets about everything, forgets about his homophobic parents with their love so fake. Because Kurt and Blaine's love is real.
Kurt finds he also does taste like coffee. But he tastes like starlight, sugar, promise, and love, too – way better than he had ever imagined.