Short reaction fic to 5x06. Klaine, of course. Pure fluff.
They were lying together in bed, spooning in just boxers and undershirts. Blaine's relaxed arms around Kurt, his chestnut, nice-smelling hair tickling Blaine's cheeks.
It felt so right, so warm and comfortable and familiar, and after so many nights of not being close, it felt so... Perfect.
Blaine closed his eyes, smiling unconsciously. He had waited for this moment so long, just being close to Kurt like this. It didn't need to be in a sexual way; just to be close, touching, talking, being happy together. Because being happy without Kurt wasn't exactly like being happy with him.
"Regretting whatever reason that made you not want to audition for NYADA now, right?"
Even though it was just a sleepy, quiet, voice, Blaine tensed. Kurt was still as relaxed as ever in his arms.
"What do you mean? I told you the reason." He said carefully, wetting his lips and hoping he sounded truthful.
There was a slight huff from Kurt, as if he was amused and annoyed at the same time but too sleepy to argue.
He chewed his lip. Scenes flashed in his head; his mom asking doubtfully if he was still going to pursue a career in performing now he would have a husband to support; the sleepless nights lying in bed and thinking about the future; the frantic obsession with finding something else remotely interesting to work with.
It wasn't that he had lied to Kurt – he would never lie to his fiancé. Being scared was definitely one of the reasons he had hesitated, but just not all of them.
"We're going to get married." The words usually made a smile tug at his lips, but now he just flexed his throat as he swallowed and unconsciously tightened his grip around Kurt. "And live together. And support each other. And-and-"
At this point, his throat felt uncomfortably clogged. He closed his eyes, feeling Kurt shift in his arms, and suddenly a mint-tinged breath was tickling his face.
As he slowly opened his eyes, his fiancé was looking back, eyes bright and big. Blaine had countless of times tried to decide what color they were, but it was impossible. They shifted – green, blue, grey.
"Blaine, we'll be fine." Kurt said quietly. He was holding Blaine's hands in his, and he squeezed softly. "We getting married don't mean we have to give up our dreams. Maybe working in the arts isn't the safest economically, but we'll be fine. We'll be great."
He was breathtakingly beautiful in the darkness, Blaine thought adoringly.
"I-I know, Kurt, but maybe… I don't know, perhaps-"
But Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips, and then smiled sheepishly over the cheesy gesture.
"I told you, didn't I? We can't prevent each other from falling, but we can make it safe if we do."
And all the worry melted inside him, because of course Kurt was right, they would be fine together. Blaine would always be fine as long as he had Kurt.
"We'll be perfectly imperfect." Blaine said, now smiling. The words made his fiancé look incredibly happy, and he shuffled a little closer and pressed their lips together.
They kissed lazily – no heat, no urges; just comforting, happy kisses in pure joy because there was no rush at all.
I'm emotional right now. Anyway, not good at all and totally unedited.