So... yeah, I haven't actually finished any fanfiction in forever. This is really short, kinda plotless, and probably not that great, just a little drabble inspired by a comment on Tumblr. I don't even really like how I ended it. It's just one of the many ways Kurt and Blaine could get together in my headcanon. :D Enjoy!
Kurt looks absolutely miserable, standing in the pouring rain, his perfectly styled hair ruined. But he just stands there, staring at Blaine.
"Kurt?" He steps toward him, but the look on the other boy's face stops him short. "What's wrong?"
"I'm in love with you," Kurt spits out. His pale lips look so beautiful saying the words that it takes Blaine a few seconds to understand them.
"Wha-"
"I fell for you that first day, when you sang that song. Ever since then-but you don't-I thought I would get over you, I thought it would be like with Finn." He holds himself, looking small and wet as he stammers. "But it's not. I've never felt this way before." His voice is hoarse, and Blaine realizes the rain is mixing with tears on his cheeks.
He hates seeing his Kurt, normally so strong and courageous, broken down. I did this?
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Kurt is wet, cold, his favorite coat is soaked through, and his throat hurts from trying to talk and not cry. "So now you know," he croaks, because he can't stand here avoiding looking at Blaine anymore, and he turns to go.
"Wait." And Blaine is grabbing him by the elbow, spinning him back around. All of a sudden he can't breathe and his heartbeat is jumbled; warm hands are cupping his face, calloused fingertips stroking his damp cheeks. "Don't go," that smooth voice is murmuring.
Kurt finally looks up, at Blaine gazing at him, hazel eyes concerned but... happy?
"I'm in love with you, too," he says softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before."
It's as if a ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds, even though it's still raining.
He feels himself start to smile, and Blaine grins back, delicately swiping Kurt's hair out of his eyes. He can't tell who initiates the dizzying kiss that follows, but neither of them really care.