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Ah,Kurt thought as he exited the Dalton schoolbuilding. Breathe in that fresh, chill winter air, Kurt. It's good for your skin. Ha, not really. It would burn his face and make his skin dry, so he couldn't be outside long, but he had to get away. From Blaine. It's not that he was mad at him or anything, oh no. It was actually quite the opposite. He had gotten to the point where he could barely be in the same room as Blaine without saying or doing something embarrassing that he would regret. It was just that he couldn't think properly around Blaine. Just being in Blaine's presence made Kurt's head swim in a sea of desire. Kurt sat down on a nearby bench, but only after wiping the freshly-fallen fluffy white snow from it. It wasn't always like this. Blaine used to be more of a mentor in my eyes. Ah, but his kindness and understanding are just too much. It's just gotten so hard to stand around him and not tell him how I really feel about him! But friendship should be enough for Kurt. And, for now at least, it HAD to be enough. He cared too much for Blaine to risk losing anything at this point. Kurt let out a long sigh as a light snow began to fall. He ended up sitting in quiet contemplation for over a half hour—not even noticing or minding that he was getting covered in a thin layer of snowflakes.
"Kurt. Kurt!" Kurt was snapped out of his reverie as he saw Blaine rushing out of Dalton's doors straight to where Kurt was sitting. He was expecting Wes and David to follow Blaine out, but to his surprise, nobody came. "Hey, Kurt. I was talking to David about an assignment, and the next thing I knew, you were gone!" He sat down next to Kurt, a little too close, but not close enough to be awkward. But it still sent Kurt's head swimming, as it usually did as of late. "Hey, are you okay?" Blaine sounded genuinely concerned as he gazed into Kurt's eyes.
"Huh? Oh, I'm just a little cold . . . I mean, I was kinda sweating, so I came outside, but now I'm . . . cold." Kurt had a sheepish grin on his face. Ugh, why can't I ever just think STRAIGHT around this guy? Kurt thought. But what he had said wasn't entirely untrue. Kurt's nose and fingers were frozen. That's right, he thought, I've been out here for awhile, and without gloves or a hat . . . stupid me! I'm thinking so much about Blaine I can't even take care of myself! Kurt brought up his hands to his face to blow some of his hot breath on them and to rub some feeling back into his nose. But Blaine surprised Kurt by snatching his hands out of the air before he got them to his face and held them tightly. The look on his face was a little . . . scared?
"My goodness Kurt, your hands are like ice! You should come inside right away before you catch pneumonia and die!" At this drastic (and ridiculous) statement, Blaine smiled a little but led Kurt inside anyway, still holding his hand a little too tightly. But Kurt felt himself blinking excessively, from the little unique flakes on his lashes or from Blaine's glorious smile, he couldn't tell. But it really didn't matter which it was. Kurt was in love, and all that mattered was Blaine. So he didn't mind that his hands were being a little squished. When Kurt walked through the doorway, the heat of the room hit him—hard. The hot air burned his iced-up lungs and that put him into a coughing fit. How unsightly. As Kurt keeled over with his free arm covering his mouth, Blaine painicked and practically dragged him to his room. Several nearby Warblers looked at Blaine and asked what was wrong with Kurt, but Blaine just retorted with, "Not now!" and kept on walking, going up a flight of stairs with Kurt in tow. Aw, Kurt thought, He's so concerned for my health that he won't even waste a single moment to tell anyone what's the matter . . . At least that's what Kurt secretly wished was the reason for Blaine's terse response to his fellow Warblers. Kurt's coughing had mostly subsided when they had finally reached Blaine's room. Blaine sat Kurt down on the bed. That was when he noticed that Kurt was crying.
"What's wrong? Are you sure you're alright?" His concern made Kurt's stomach do backflips.
"Y-yea. My eyes are just watering from the cold outside, that's all." But all he could think of were Blaine's lustrous brown eyes, so Kurt actually had no idea what he had just said to Blaine.
"Oh, you poor thing. Here, give me your jacket and get under the covers and lie down. The last thing we need is for you to get sick." He reached out his hands to grab Kurt's light jacket and then turned to go hang it up—it was now dripping with what was once snow. He . . . he wants me to take a nap . . . in his BED? Kurt felt nothing but awkward, and so he didn't move an inch. Seeming to sense his hesitation, Blaine called over his shoulder with a little laugh, "And don't you worry—my sheets have just been washed."
"Oh, well, okay then . . ." Kurt couldn't think. He just couldn't get his brain to function right now. Just as he was getting cozy under the thick comforter, Blaine walked over with a thermometer. Does he really think I'm sick? I mean, I AM sick, but because of Blaine's curse on me, not a cold.
"Open wide," Blaine instructed. And Kurt did so. After checking Kurt's temperature (which he did a few times—just to make sure that Kurt wasn't running a temperature), Blaine realized that Kurt had closed his eyes and looked for all the world to be sound asleep. But Blaine knew better.
"Kurt, are you awake?" he whispered.
"Mh hmm." Kurt's glassy eyes slowly opened. He looked up at Blaine through his wet eyelashes, seeing that he was sitting on the bed next to him. Man, did he look ever-so-cute just sitting there. "Sorry. I just have a headache and I'm tired. I'll go back to my room if you want . . ." Just then Kurt tried to swallow his spit—so he wouldn't drool from all this gawking at Blaine—and had another little coughing fit. Ugh . . . Blaine's getting a front-row seat to my coughing palooza. Oh, just kill me now. After Kurt was done coughing, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands (the same ones he had just been coughing on), and rubbed Kurt's palms with his thumbs in soothing circles. Kurt thought for sure that he had just died a little bit inside. How does Blaine know that I love massages? Of course, he probably doesn't really know that . . . Kurt thought, and bit his lower lip just slightly.
"If you're feeling that unwell, Kurt," Blaine said with a gentle and soft smile, "then I have absolutely no problem with you staying right here and cathing a little much-needed shut eye. And don't worry. I'll be right here when you wake up." Kurt couldn't help but smile at the thought of that.
"Well, if you insist . . ." and he lowered his eyelids. Kurt was really tired out from all the emotions that Blaine made him feel, and so he was out like a light. Blaine always somehow managed to drain all of Kurt's energy and yet put Kurt on a high at the same time. But before he knew it, Kurt was waking up. "Blaine?" he mumbled instictively, wanting Blaine close. He looked around but saw no one. Then he heard a flush.
"I'm here! I'm here! What's the matter! Kurt, are you alright? Please tell me you're okay? I-" Blaine stopped himself as he saw the flustered look on Kurt's face. Blaine had rushed out of the bathroom as fast as he could at the sound of Kurt's voice, and now he looked down to realize . . . that his pants zipper and button were undone. The only thing that was holding up his pants was the thin belt that was hastily fastened. Now both boys had faces as red as rudolph's nose. Blaine's jaw went slack as he spun around and fixed his pants. Kurt turned away, swallowed hard (gosh was he embarrassed!), and . . . choked on his spit—again. As he was sputtering and coughing up a storm, Blaine rushed over and sat on the bed next to Kurt and patted his back.
"Puchies up, Kurt," He said so seriously, it made Kurt laugh, which was pretty hard to do while choking. In a little bit Kurt got ahold of hisself. He looked up to Blaine, who still had his hand resting gently on Kurt's back. His brief coughing fit effectively distilled the previously awkward feeling in the room . . . mostly. Kurt just sat there, gazing into Blaine's deep, thoughtful eyes. Then, I must be seeing things. Is Blaine moving towards me? Kurt could feel Blaine's hand move slowly down his back as all the blood in his body raced to his head. Kurt sat frozen as he realized that he could feel Blaine's hot, sexy breath on his face. Kurt thought that maybe he should close his eyes (he wasn't quite sure, seeing as how he had never done this properly before), but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from Blaine's. Is this what love feels like? Kurt thought, Because if it is, then it's not that different from death. When Blaine gets close to me, I can't think, move, or breathe. My heart stops. Oh Blaine. . . But, to Kurt's surprise, the part of his face that Blaine touched wasn't his lips, but his forehead. Their foreheads were touching. Blaine smiled widely at Kurt's slightly confused look.
"That's good. You still don't have a temperature. I'd say that you're safe from getting sick." His smile was infectious. Kurt wondered how that could be, seeing as how hot Blaine made Kurt feel. Blaine took his free hand and combed a tuft of Kurt's hair behind his ear, making Kurt melt. Kurt made his hands into fists on his lap, trying desperately hard to not jump Blaine. "Just do me a favor, baby. Don't do anything like that again, okay? I don't know what I'd do if you ever got sick. When you started coughing, I just got so . . . worried." Blaine closed his eyes and moved his head to whisper the last word into Kurt's ear. Kurt swore his heart had just burst. He. . . he . . .oh, he must like me too! He called me baby! Oh . . .
"Blaine . . ." Kurt whispered, for Blaine had just kissed Kurt's neck just below his ear.
"Yes, Kurty?" Blaine giggled. Kurt turned his face to Blaine's, and gave in. He ran his hands through Blaine's beautiful, thick silky hair.
"Kiss me?" he asked a little shyly and breathlessly. He wanted Blaine so badly he could hardly control himself. He thought for sure that he would end up ripping out Blaine's hair if he wasn't careful. Blaine just smiled and tightened his grip around Kurt's waist as he leaned in. Blaine's other hand ran through Kurt's hair as their lips connected. His touch was so soft, Kurt could hardly believe that those hands and lips belonged to a man. They sat there with time stopped. So much was happening in that one moment that Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if hours had gone by. Their lips moved in symphony, unable to get enough of each other. Kurt took in all of Blaine's smells, and his taste. Oh, did Blaine just taste absolutely delicious. But this overload of his senses, and all these new sensations, were just too much for Kurt. I can't breathe, I need air . . . but I can't break the kiss . . . I just won't! I love Blaine, and I can't have him think otherwise! I love him! I love Blaine! "I love Blaine!" Kurt practically screamed, breaking away from the kiss. Kurt heaved a huge breath, face flushing worse than before, if that was even possible. A short silence ensued. Then, "Um . . . did I just say that a loud?"
"Ahahahahaha! Yea, yea you did. But you sounded so cute that I think you deserve a little kiss." And Blaine kissed him. It was gentle, soft, and quick. But nonetheless, heat spread rapidly through Kurt's body, making him sweat. "I love you too, you know that, right?" Blaine said softly.
"Mm hmm," Kurt couldn't trust his voice right now. Blaine's an angel, my angel, he sighed, my guardian angel. Kurt leaned in again. A short time after their lips locked, Blaine opened his mouth and Kurt did the same so as to keep their lips connected. Then Kurt was able to experience a new part of Blaine—his talented tongue. Kurt's brain shut down completely as he let his insticts take over. There was just him and Blaine. He unlatched his hands from Blaine's gorgeous and, well,—conditioned—locks of hair and ran them down Blaine's chest in seductive swirls. Kurt was in no mood to let up in the least. Blaine moaned, and that set Kurt off. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure as well, and at that, Blaine pushed Kurt down on the bed and moved so that he was underneath Kurt. Kurt just couldn't stop running his hands along Blaine's body, and his body moved with every long, smooth stroke from Kurt's soft hands. But Blaine apparently wasn't going to settle for just that with Kurt. He obviously wanted some skin. He practically ripped Kurt's shirt off over his head, giving the two estatic lovers a chance to breathe when they parted lips. With Kurt's shirt thrown on the floor, Blaine was going in to kiss Kurt again, but Kurt pushed him away, lips pouting playfully. Blaine could read Kurt's face, and immediately stripped his shirt off. "That's better," Kurt whispered, and leaned back onto Blaine's smooth, well-muscled body. When their skin touched, Kurt could practically feel the butterflies flying around frantically in his stomach. The first time Kurt got stage-fright, and it was in a bed with Blaine. Kurt wanted to do something to Blaine then that he had never wanted to do to anyone else, ever. He wanted to taste all of Blaine's skin, not just his lips. He kissed Blaine's lower lip and then moved down his jaw, and lower, lower, lower. Blaine seemed more than content as he felt up Kurt's chest with his hands, while Kurt felt up Blaine's chest with his lips. The hot breath blowing on his chest made Blaine gasp for air as Kurt tongued his abs. They were soft, playful licks. The way Kurt danced his hands around Blaine's hips made him laugh. Then Blaine was done waiting. He pulled Kurt back up to his face, ready to get really into what they were doing and about to do. But just as their lips locked and their bodies started to move together more fervently this time, they heard a furious knocking on Blaine's door, and they froze, because then they heard an angry
"Blaine!" which David yelled at the top of his lungs from the other side of the door, "Unless you're making love to Kurt, you'd better have a good explanation of why you ditched me …" He stopped as he had flung the door open and saw the two sweaty, breathless, and shirtless boys on Blaine's bed looking wide-eyed at him. A quick, awkward silence, then "Well, it's about freaking time!" David screamed, averting his eyes and turning to leave with a sly grin on his face. Just then, Wes came to the room. Upon seeing the spectacle, he grinned like the Chessire cat.
"Grr . . . get out of here right now!" Blaine screamed bloody-murder as Wes and David high-fived each other. By this point Kurt had slinked on the floor behind Blaine's bed with his head peeking over the edge, too freaked out to say anything. Blaine furiously ran up to Wes and David, who ran out of the room laughing like crazy and making a huge scene in front of all the other Dalton students hanging around in the dorm. "Nothing to see here!" Blaine said to all the confused Daltonites. He gritted his teeth, slammed the door, and this time made sure to lock it.
"Blaine and Kurt are getting it on!" Wes and David yelled from the top of their lungs as they ran past Blaine's closed door.
"Shut up and do your homework!" Was Blaine's immediate reply. Blushing, Blaine turned towards Kurt, "I'm so sorry about all this, they just don't know when to quit." Kurt could tell from all the noise outside Blaine's room that the rest of the dorm was "evacuating the premises". I suppose seeing Blaine shirtless and mad in the doorway was enough to make everyone else believe what Wes and David said to be true, Kurt thought. Then he said, "I-it's okay," as he stood up from behind Blaine's bed. And they stood there, just smiling at each other. And all Kurt could think about was how Blaine was truly his guardian angel, and that nothing and no one could ever hurt him again as long as he was with—Blaine.
Well, I ended it in a way that I could continue it, but I don't know if I will . . . ? I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and please review!