This is my first fan fiction so if it's terrible you should tell me. Thank you.
In this Glee fan fiction, the world pretty much revolves around Klaine fluffiness. =)
Kurt means Kurt's POV and Blaine means Blaine's POV. Just FYI. Oh and Kurt's room is in the basement of their new house with Finn and Carole.
Sadly I don't own Glee. If I did, Kurt and Blaine would already be dating and Karofsky would have died. Enjoy the story!
Kurt
Today was just like any other Saturday. Blaine and I had gone out to lunch and had seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in theaters. We were now hanging out in my room until Blaine had to go home.
Blaine. His name echoed through my mind. He was easily the most amazing person that I had ever met. His hair, his eyes, his everything. On days like this he was all I could think about. But considering we had just spent the entire day together, it was no surprise that I couldn't stop staring at his beautifully composed movements.
I was on my computer going through my favorite videos and songs while Blaine was sitting on my bed flipping through the TV channels. When we heard a deafening crash with a long line of curse words coming from my father, I knew he was trying to cook . . . again.
"Hey, Kurt?"
"Yes dad?" I suppose I said that with a little too much annoyance in my voice because he seemed to sound a bit more self conscious of interrupting my time with Blaine.
"Um, well, I'm sorry to, ah, interrupt, but do you think you could come up here and help me with this quick . . . it'll only take a second."
Not wanting to leave Blaine, I looked at him expectantly, but he just gave me that breath-taking smile of his and nodded in approval. "Al-right, be up in a sec." I walked to the stairs and quietly cantered up them.
Blaine
Kurt had disappeared up the steps maybe fifteen seconds ago when I glanced towards his computer screen. The page he was on was titled Kurt's favorites.
His favorites, huh? I wonder if I was one of his favorite things. Gripped by curiosity I walked up to the computer and sat down.
"Hmmmmm" I hummed. Four Minutes, Defying Gravity . . . and oh, Teenage Dream. Yep there I was. I bet he enjoyed watching me just as much as I enjoyed singing to him. But the one below that caught my eye. It was a video titled Single Ladies. I've always liked that song so I decided to click on it.
But it wasn't quite what I was expecting. It was actually something much better. There was Kurt. In. A. Leotard. Oh my god. I swear I was drooling. They way he moved, and oh my. He just slapped his butt. I was so engulfed in it that when it ended my head was still spinning with him dancing about my brain. WOW.
I needed to have this video. Kurt would be back down any minute so I practically flew to my bag and grabbed my flash drive and downloaded it.
I heard Kurt making his way down the stairs, so I quickly jumped back onto his bed. When he got down the stairs and made his way back to his computer desk, nothing looked out of place and he had no idea what I had just seen. Perhaps that was a good thing, for now at least.
We sat in silence until I asked, "So, what did your dad need help with?"
"Oh, he was just trying to make some spaghetti." He replied with that voice that was easily angelic.
"Mmmm." I nodded. "Wait, then what was that crash for?"
"He dropped the pot of water before he could make his way to the stove." And then he added, "Sorry it took so long."
"Please, Kurt, it was NOT a problem. Trust me."
"Um, ok." We sat in silence again.
I was so close to just breaking out into song and singing Single Ladies to Kurt. God I wish I could see him dance like that again . . .
Kurt
I wonder what's up with Blaine. Ever since I came back down he's seemed so jumpy. Did something happen when I was gone?
Blaine
. . . I wonder if he can feel my gaze on the back of his head.
Kurt
Ohmygaga. I think he's staring at my back. Should I turn around?
Blaine
Please turn around Kurt, Kurt turn around! I want to see your eyes!
Kurt
Just turn around, pretend to be interested in what he's watching or something.
Blaine
Yay! He turned around! But wait, why's he looking at the screen? It's basketball, Kurt. You don't like basketball, you like me! Look, look! I'm over here!
Kurt
Yikes, he was looking at me! What should I do? What should I do? Oh, just look at him, Kurt. And I did. His gaze was, was . . . well it was a lot. He seemed relieved that I had finally met his stare, but at the same time, it looked almost, lustful? Was that right? Blaine, why are you looking at me like that?
Blaine
He looked at me! He looks confused though. Oh, Kurt, don't be confused, I love you. I want to be with you, so badly.
Kurt
Whoa. Why are we staring at each other like this? Blaine doesn't like me, right? And what am I doing? I can't just be staring at him like this! Blaine broke away then. He stopped looking at me. Why? He's blushing now, too. It was kinda adorable. I hope I wasn't making a funny face.
"Are you OK?"
Blaine
I jolted up. His sudden words surprised me. Was I OK?
"Y-," I started to answer, but then changed my mind. Should I tell him how I feel . . . ? No, don't risk it Blaine. "Uh, yeah. Im OK."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Single Lady! I'm totally fine!" I assured him.
"Wha? What?" Oh crap.
Kurt
Single Lady? What was that for? I'm not a single lady, I mean, I'm single, but I'm not a lady. Why would Blaine call me a single lady, unless? Oh gaga.
I turned around in my chair to look at my computer screen. Uh-huh. Single Ladies. Right in the center of the page . . . OH MY GAGA! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE LOOKED AT THAT!
"BLAINE!" Blaine had jumped due to my loud outburst. This was good. He should be very afraid. "Why the hell did you watch my video?"
"Uh, what video? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Blaine!"
Blaine
Oh dear. Kurt's face was scarlet red, and not because I had just been flirting with him. Boy was he mad. It was kinda scary—no, it was deathly terrifying. I made a mental note to never anger him again.
"OK, Kurt." I held my hands up in defense. "Yes, I watched your video of you dancing to Single Ladies." The beautiful images made their way back into my head (as if they had ever left).
"Why?" Kurt sounded like he was almost pleading me to tell him. It was an amazing video; I don't see why it would be embarrassing in the least.
"Beeeecccaaaauuuusssseee," I stretched the word out. "Well, it was actually an accident. I just randomly clicked on it thinking it was the song. Man was I surprised."
Kurt raised an eyebrow as if to silently speak, 'Um why were you surprised exactly?' But said nothing. God, why couldn't I just tell him how I feel?
"It was a good video, Kurt. You don't have to be ashamed or anything . . . you're really good at dancing." Was that too much to say? I hope I wasn't crossing the line . . .
But his face lit up at the comment and he took advantage of me praising him so.
Kurt
"Well I wasn't on the Cheerios just because I can sing." Yes you were, Kurt.
I heard Blaine's breathing awkwardly stop in the middle of a breath and then him exploding into a coughing fit.
"Blaine! Blaine are you OK?" I rushed over to him.
Blaine
Had I just heard correctly? Kurt was a cheerleader? What? Man, I was learning a lot today.
After I had finished my totally uncalled for coughing I looked up to have my breath stolen once again. When had Kurt made his way over to me? And how hadn't I noticed his hands on my biceps and his face so darn close to mine that I could feel his breath on my face? How could I be so oblivious?
"Are you al-right, Blaine?" I really did love it when he said my name and the way his lips moved . . . just a little closer, Kurt . . .
Kurt
Blaine? He looks like he's in a trance or something. Ohmygaga. He's moving in closer . . . Blaine?
"Blaine?" I was surprised when I heard my voice whisper his name.
I expect Blaine was too because he stopped dead in his tracks and looked up into my eyes. He seemed so close to me.
" . . . A-are you al-right?" I repeated. When I spoke my lips brushed his just slightly, proving how close we actually were.
Blaine
I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't. Our lips just touched. My heart was pounding so hard and so fast that I swear that Kurt could hear it.
So, I kissed him. I leaned in ever so slightly and our lips pressed together and were moving in unison. Kissing him was so easy. We didn't have to try to blend together, time wasn't forced to stop it just . . . did.
Kurt
Whoa. He's kissing me. This feels so right. Is this burning in my chest and the goose bumps on the back of my neck what they mean when they say that "sparks fly"? I didn't know, but it's good, really good.
Blaine
We both pulled away for maybe a second. We were panting so guess we were kissing longer than I thought. We gazed into each other's eyes and I couldn't believe that I was still breathing at all, Kurt was just so amazingly perfect.
He intertwined his fingers with my hair and pulled his lips back to mine, the kiss becoming more passionate.
Kurt
This is perfect. I never knew how good he was at kissing. He was absolutely fabulous.
He put his hands on my hips then and lay down on my bed, pulling me on top of him.
He brought one of his hands up to my neck and moved his lips along my jaw, down my neck and across what collarbone he could get to, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
He kept flattering my neck with kisses while I breathed in the scent of his hair, my hands still tangled in it.
Blaine
I could feel him holding onto my hair as if for dear life. It didn't hurt; it actually made me feel absolutely wonderful. He wanted me to kiss him like this.
I moved my hand that was holding his hip up to the small of his back, bringing him ever closer.
I lifted my face back to his and continued to kiss him as we were before, only stopping for air. Which wasn't very often to my great pleasure. My tongue glided gracefully over his lower lip and he opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to come over his lip and into his mouth. Soon Kurt followed suit and our tongues were touching, wanting more, more, more.
Kurt
Blaine had moved both of his hands under my shirt and was now feeling along my sides with his hands and was creeping up ever so slowly trying to reach my chest.
It hit me then. I was wearing a button up shirt. Blaine, you idiot. Why didn't you just unbutton it?
As if he had been reading my mind, both hands came out from under my shirt and started to fiddle with the buttons, trying desperately to get them all undone as quickly as possible. This was proving quite difficult for Blaine.
I smiled through our kiss at this. It was amusing seeing a frustrated Blaine.
Blaine
Damnit, why won't his buttons work? Ugh, finally. I unbuttoned the last button and as if they were magnets, my hands went straight to his chest. After resting there for awhile they went around to his back and pulled him in closer than what seemed possible.
I took the rest of his shirt off and rolled on top of him, pressing myself against him.
"Kurt." I barely got his name out between our pause in the kiss, but he didn't hesitate when pressing his lips back to mine.
He hummed a nearly inaudible "hmm?"
I put my hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to stop. He looked at me questionably and before he could ask why, I said, "I love you."
Kurt just smiled at this as if he had already known. Well, we had been making out for quite awhile now.
Kurt
"I love you to, Blaine." The truth behind my words surprised me. I really did love Blaine.
We both leaned in to kiss again, but before it could really get going, Blaine pulled away.
"It's not fair if you're the only one shirtless." He had a goofy grin on his face as he took off his shirt and revealed his muscular body.
Before I could get a really good look at him, he came swooping in and kissed me. It was my turn to put my hands on him, now.
Blaine
This is great. I just-we just . . . are perfect. And our bodies fit perfectly together, too. God, I love him. And he loves me back. How great is th-
"Kurt! Is your friend staying for dinner? 'Cuz if he is you two have gotta come up and eat now!" Dangit!
"OK, dad! We'll be up in a minute!" Kurt yelled back to his father, and then turned back to me and almost whispered, "I suppose we should get fully dressed and go eat." He smiled. I didn't.
"Can't we just stay here? We don't have to eat." I stuck my bottom lip out at him, pouting.
Kurt laughed and said, "You can, but honestly, I'm hungry." He got up and pulled his shirt back on and started to button it up.
I stood quickly and grabbed his wrists. Three of the buttons were still opened. I pressed my lips to his neck, right below his jaw and kissed it.
"Blaine, not now. Later, OK? Now let me go so I can fix my hair."
I sighed, but let him go anyway. We didn't want his family to know what we had been doing. I grabbed my shirt and put in back on, and fixed my own hair in his mirror.
Kurt finished fixing his hair and came to stand in front of me. "How do I look? Presentable at least?"
"Your beautiful, Kurt." He smiled and turned to go up the stairs to his awaiting family.
At the bottom of the stairs I grabbed him by the waist and turned him to face me. I put a finger on his lips to keep him quiet and asked, "Will you be my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel?"
He looked a bit shocked for awhile but then his face lit up excitedly. "Yes."
With that I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed his perfectly smooth forehead. We ended the embrace and walked up the stairs hand-in-hand, both with huge accomplished smiles on our faces.
Well that's it . . . for now at least. Actually, I'm not too sure about a second chapter, but if I get a good response from you guys I'll write as much as you want me to. =D
I hoped you liked it and please review!