Title: By The Hand
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A small drabble following the glory that was The First Time.
Notes: Title inspired by the Mumford & Sons song, "After The Storm."
And I took you by the hand and we stood tall
And remembered our own land, what we lived for.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
Blaine flexes his toes and shifts his legs, sliding a knee in between both of Kurt's. There's an almost imperceptible movement as Kurt reciprocates, and they're marginally closer than they were before, but they're closer.
Kurt's hand is a comforting weight on his chest, thumb stroking across the spot where Blaine can feel his heart beating. Skin makes contact with skin before sliding across cotton, the motion repetitive, soothing, and grounding.
Blaine's sweater lies in a crumpled pile on the floor, strewn on top of condoms they're in no rush to use just yet. For now, it's more about intimacy than sex; it's about becoming acclimated with one another's bodies in a way that they haven't before. Kurt's lips are nearby, kiss-swollen and smiling, and his blue eyes are somehow nearly golden in the dim light of Blaine's bedroom. Blaine's lips quirk into a small smile of his own, but it doesn't last.
He feels the brush of Kurt's skin against his heart, and thinks I almost lost this.
It makes his chest physically hurt, and he can't stop the hitch in his breath that follows.
Kurt looks at him, expression soft. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers. His hand trails up Blaine's chest until Kurt's trailing fingers across his collarbone.
Blaine's attempt at a smile is weak, at best. "You," he responds. He lowers his right arm from where it's been stretched above his head so that he can cup Kurt's jaw in his hand. His thumb pushes at the corner of Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt's mouth purses slightly against his touch, and there's the arch of an eyebrow that lets him know that Kurt doesn't quite believe him.
Blaine sighs through his nose and feels his eyes begin to water, and the smile that pulls at his mouth now is pained and tearful. "I was so scared," he admits. His voice is so soft that he isn't sure Kurt even heard him until his boyfriend tilts his head and frowns. "After everything at Scandals, and Sebastian," Kurt's body tenses at the other boy's name, "And what happened in the car…" A quiet sob slams into him and he squeezes his eyes shut. "God, Kurt, I was so sure, I was so sure you would leave me. That…that I'd lost you, and I can't."
His voice is thick and choked with the tears he's trying, and failing, to hold back. "I can't lose you," Blaine tells him, sliding his hand to the back of Kurt's neck and pushing his fingers through his hair and holding. "I don't know what I would do without you in my life anymore."
Kurt's silent for a moment, and then he's shifting his body so that he can cradle Blaine's face in both hands. Their legs are fully intertwined, now, and Kurt's halfway laying across Blaine's body. "Listen to me," he says, and meets Blaine's eyes without hesitation. "You will never have to worry about that. I am always going to be there for you. Through the beautiful things and the ugly things, I am yours, Blaine Anderson." He leans down and presses a kiss to Blaine's mouth, and his boyfriend whimpers quietly and wraps his arms around Kurt's body immediately, straining upwards into the kiss. Kurt pulls away long enough to whisper against Blaine's mouth.
"I'm never saying goodbye to you."