A/N, Hey guys, this is my first attempt at any Glee fan-fiction. Just a little bit of Klaine/ Kurt Coblaine fluff to get me into the fandom. :) Enjoy!
Kurt didn't wince when Blaine slammed him up against the lockers in the deserted corridor. He was too busy thinking about the feel of his lips crashing against his own, how soft Blaine's hair was beneath his fingers and what his hands felt like caressing his face. He didn't wince one bit.
That's a lie. But Blaine made sure he kissed it better afterwards.
Kurt didn't complain when he got grass stains on his new Marc Jacobs jacket. He'd enjoyed rolling around on the lawn, Blaine's skin against his own, shivers down his spine, hands on his new boyfriend to say anything about it. He didn't complain one bit.
At least not to Blaine's face.
Kurt didn't cry when Blaine had to leave with his family for three weeks on summer vacation. Not when Blaine came to say goodbye. Not when they'd kissed softly for the last time for over a fortnight. Not when Blaine's hand had left his and he shut the door. He didn't cry one bit.
That's a lie. He'd trembled against the wall and sobbed until he heard a car in the drive. It'd taken half an hour in his room to compose himself. But we won't mention it to anyone.
Kurt didn't regret falling in love with Blaine Anderson. With the way he made Kurt's face light up every time he knocked on the door. With the way his eyes sparkled every time he immersed himself in song with the Warblers. With the way he felt safe with Blaine's arms and musky scent wrapped around him. He didn't regret it one bit.
And that was the truth. Because he knew Blaine felt exactly the same for him, which Blaine made sure Kurt knew. Every single day.